Stealing Stories Novels & Stories

I heard El might have a secret lover somewhere. I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. I stopped dead in my tracks. The baby in her womb was Andrew's all along. The comment section was flooded with pity. "Eddie's story is just sad. He ended up losing both his love and the child." "Honestly, I'm giving him full permission to become a villain now." I felt like my heart was being crushed in a fist. The air left my lungs, and any hope I had left evaporated completely.

He paused, then looked at me. "If you want, I can alter its structure. Break the connection. I can even make it backfire on the person who cast it." So that was how it was… No wonder she became some so-called 'lucky streamer.' She was not lucky. She was burning through my luck, stealing my life. "How much?" I asked without hesitation. "I don't charge," he replied, calm and firm. "Stopping things like this is a good enough reason." I froze for a second, then immediately handed him the paper.

Seeing this, Dad stopped making her go, though he was still drowning in debt and his life was a complete disaster. I focused entirely on preparing for my college entrance exams, and Richard was so busy during this period that he was barely home. Not long after, I got ambushed by a group of thugs on my way to school. That day, our car happened to be in the shop, so I was walking home alone. I had just stepped outside the school gates when a man blocked my path. "So you're Natalie Shaw?" Before I could answer, someone grabbed me from behind, covering my mouth and dragging me to an abandoned warehouse. The moment they ripped off the blindfold, someone kicked me to the ground.

I burst out laughing and was glad that I had just swallowed the food in my mouth or it would have looked pretty ridiculous! “Why would I tell you anything?” I hissed. I had enough of this ridiculous game. That was why I didn’t specialize in intelligence! I didn’t have the patience for it! “You kidnapped me. Admitted that you have been stealing information from my home, and what? All so you could do what? Kill my family?! My people!” I was up on my feet by now, screaming at the top of my lungs. My eyes darted back and forth to look for any possible exits. He might be strong, but I knew I could be faster if I just knew which way to go!

Alexandra must have taken a sip from her drink because that was all I could hear for a while, like this was the most ordinary conversation in the world. "It depends, really. The girl is not cooperating, as you know. She's very stubborn and has refused to sign any documents even when threatened with bodily harm. But I have... access routes. If she refuses, there are other ways. Forgery, for instant." What. The. Fuck. How are they? How dare her? "I want her accounts too. They hold a lot of money, and I want each and every penny there. If Alessandro went through all the trouble of getting me on board when it comes to this mission, then I should be compensated fairly. I need the profit."

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

Nina sighed, understanding what he was trying to tell her. "I didn't think about it like that. I was excited. And mom often used to tell me that you never did anything like everyone of your age would do. So I wanted to share with her that we are doing something exciting" she shared her reason. Theo stroked her hair. "Since when did stealing become something exciting?" he inquired softly. Nina grinned. "Theo, it's not stealing which is exciting. It's the fact that we are stealing from that cheating Nova Fisher which is exciting. I am excited to see his face when he realises that he no longer hold any leverage over Fragrance" she shared with a mischievous grin.

The same one that your father handed over to the Don because he finally felt remorse for stealing it from us? ‘What? No!’ I felt aghast. ‘We didn’t steal anything from the Virtus family!’ ‘SAYS THE ONE WHO ACTUALLY STOLE FROM US!!’ Randy bellowed triumphantly. ‘For years you and your clan kept quiet about it. Not once did you think to come clean!' 'But there's nothing to come clea—!' I rebutted, which was swiftly drowned in Randy's voice. 'You said you love the Don—you said you want to be one of us—well then COME CLEAN OF YOUR DIRTY TRICKS!’

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

After he left, I reread the section that would anchor the piece when the time came: *There's a difference between a story and a theft. A story is what you tell with consent, with context, with attention to potential harm. A theft is what you take because you can, then monetize the damage. We've taught a generation to mistake exposure for accountability. In spaces where people risk being vulnerable, that mistake becomes a weapon.* I stopped, read it aloud, and didn't hate it. That's as close to love as a writer gets when the stakes are this high.