Stealing Stories Novels & Stories

"I stole the book, yes, but I never read it! I haven't even opened it yet!" Neither of them moved. Neither of them blinked. Then simultaneously, they spoke. "You're lying," Ragnar said. "You must be mistaken," Caleb added. "I'm not!" I cried. "I swear! I literally stole it and shoved it under my mattress and forgot it existed because I've been too busy trying not to die every five seconds!" Another round of silence. Then Caleb whispered softly, "Impossible." Ragnar looked equally stunned. Caleb slowly sat down. "If what you're saying is true..." he murmured, "then this changes everything."

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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!

She always stole the credit for the stories I covered or gave them to someone else, which had led to me not being promoted for three years. “Threaten you? No, that’s not a threat, I’m done! I have been tolerating your bullshit all this while, but I quit!” I said, slamming my resignation letter, which I had tucked away for a year, never believing I would actually turn in, onto her desk. It was long overdue. I wouldn’t have come to my senses about Beatrice, like every other time, if she hadn’t stolen an exclusive story I had covered. I’d been promised a promotion if I handled it myself, but she gave it to a junior, which earned her a promotion, not me.

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!’

Her solid evidence would make it a breeze in court. After the call ended, I crashed on my bed. Scrolled through my social media to pass the time and hopefully distract myself from the thought of Dane else I may end up doing something stupid like spending the rest of the weekend in his house. I froze. A headline topped the trending list. Virality Built on Theft. Below the topic were similar topics. All seemed to be connected. A dance, a lie, and a threat. Stealing Isn't a Scandal If You're Rich Enough.