Stealing Stories Novels & Stories

"I come from the north, but moved down south to Willow when Fox came to me about the debt. I worked at the factory and the dinner as a waitress. I also sell drugs to Fox's client." Scar nodded, as if he already knew the answer. He took a sip of his wine and studied her with his piercing eyes. "That was why you stole the gem." Lena shrugged, trying to look casual. "Well, I was looking for quick cash," she said. "I thought I could make some money end my debt." Scar raised an eyebrow. "By stealing?" Lena remained silent. "Which work are you capable of, apart from stealing." Lena felt a surge of panic. She had not thought of that part yet. She racked her brain for an answer that would not sound

Raisa explained. "Why are there so many pages?" I asked in fresh horror. She clarified, "Each 'day,'" but that didn't make it much better. "With them comes information about their pack and its entire history. Connor collects trophies, which include stolen females and knowledge of where they stole them from. This is my 'day.'"

Steve explained while the kids are listening, "I heard those stories once, and the stories Is Irritating me, but I need to know the hidden stories of the people that kept you In hostage, I need to know their names" Saraphina said, "But I have mentioned their names In my stories" Steve said, "I can't remember, just mention their names without any stories attached to their names, I have already knew what they did, bit mention their names" Saraphina said, "Lola, Naomi, and Tracy, that's all" Steve said,

“Scarlet told you that?” “Yes. Do you have a problem with that?” “She lied to you,” she quickly answered. Kirsten knew her sister and Anita weren’t close, so she was sure Scarlet wasn’t telling her the truth. And Kirsten was convinced that Scarlet wasn’t into Charles but into his boyfriend. Anita didn’t know that. “Why would she lie to me?” “She has a purpose while she told you that, and I will know it soon.”

Paraiso is my hometown, and I am sure no one can cover the story better than me. “Oh. The problem is that the story has been assigned already,” Stella said. “Who is going to work on it?” Steph said, looking at Robert. She was praying that Stella doesn’t confirm her fears. “I have assigned the story to Robert,” Stella said, and the cup of coffee from Steph’s hands fell. Robert was on his feet in no time picking up the pieces of glass as Stella rushed to Steph’s side, asking her if she was okay. “How can I be okay?” Steph retorted.

I wasn't just uninterested in Cohen. I was going to go back and report him to Ruben so he could properly punish this idiot. I didn't want to waste another second dealing with this toxic pair, so I turned to leave. However, Kate suddenly reached out and snatched the bag I had just bought. "Bitch, you can leave, but the bag stays!" Oh, so she was just going to rob me in broad daylight? I grabbed her arm hard. She let out a sharp scream, and her grip loosened. The bag slipped back into my hand.

Faced with the reporters’ relentless questions, Lia completely panicked. Her tears were no longer an act; they were real fear. “I… I can explain…” she stammered. A reporter from The Wall Street Journal was merciless. “Explain what? How you framed Miss Caroline and then stole her job and her office?” The livestream chat was now a firehose of outrage. These two are disgusting! They took her money, used her connections, and then stabbed her in the back!

My brother accepted them both into our pack as members so they didn’t smell like rouges. Over the years, we have developed a skill set that has fit us well. Courtney taught us the trade of pick-pocketing and we taught her how to use that for good. It started as a simple thing. An Alpha and Luna had visited our store and purchased a beautiful blue diamond earring set. I had to hand deliver it to them in South Dakota. Right before we left from dropping it off, someone had stolen it from Luna and almost killed her in the process. We managed to track it down and return it to the Alpha. The Luna survived and they were in our debt for returning the jewellery. Word spread that that and now we are l

She smiles in a way that tells me she’s doing something along those lines. “This is part of business, Antonia. Sometimes, you steal people’s deals and other times, they steal your deals. It’s all a part of the business life.” “Why do we have to steal Malachi’s deal though? I understand the stealing part, and it’s not called stealing…. It’s called overtaking. Stealing makes it sound like it was already their’s.” Bridget gives me a proud look, and i don’t know if i should be beaming at that look. She’s teaching me how to b a crook.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. If you see any resemblance they are unintentional. The story contains dark and mature themes such as violence, sex, so if you are uncomfortable with such topic please refrain from reading. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. All rights reserved San 2045