Stealing Stories Novels & Stories

How hadn’t anyone noticed before? The knowledge about stealers was limited. They were a pack taboo, and in olden times once a stealer was found she was immediately exiled. They were a bad omen for any pack, a threat to the unity within. It was all because of the Stealer’s scent that could mimic that of a lost mate of a widowed wolf, or an unmated one who was yet to find his mate, thus making herself enticing to them. Stealers in legends and stories had always used this power to their advantage, turning pack member against pack member, leading them to massacre each other. They were told to be unable to speak the truth, unable to do anything other than entice and manipulate. When I was younger

"You asked for the devil's help, remember? It's a little late for moral qualms about my surveillance experience." I want to tell him I only asked because I had no one else to turn to, because Rowan would think I’m insane, and because Sebastian is the only person I know who operates in the grey areas of life. Who understands that sometimes you have to bend the rules to get to the truth. Who won't judge me for doing something that feels dangerously close to stalking. But the words die in my throat. Because Jane’s car is slowing down. And I see the Grandview Hotel rise ahead of us.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

INSERT 2 NARRATED Meanwhile Nobuntu and her friend were paid to give the names of the girls so they pretend like they were kidnapped too but truth is nobuntu is dating the very dangerous gangster and she's also helping him with human trafficking because she benefits, nobuntu and her friends arrive in silverlakes and soon the mighty Ndumiso Carl Zulu who's the dangerous man the kidnapper arrive with bodyguards and look at the four girls dissatisfied and angry as hell Ndumiso: where are they.?

"Eleanor, have you thought this through? This project requires total isolation. Once you head off, you won't be able to see your family." Jonathan Hensley's words pulled me back from my thoughts. My eyes were still damp. A lot had happened at home these past few days—nothing everyone at the institute didn't know about. I, Eleanor Shaw, was a fraud. "I know this incident has hit you hard, but you shouldn't act rashly. This concerns your life."

Briar knows I’m not going to judge whatever it is she’s up to. “Maybe I was doing some light stalking.” “Light stalking?” I say a silent prayer that Briar hasn’t gone and got some crazy PI job. It’s not exactly out of the question. “I mean, can you stalk kittens? That can’t be against the law,” she says, and I shake my head. On the surface this sounds legal, but I don’t think we’re going to land on legal by the time this story is over. “I might have kidnapped a few kittens when I saw an opening.”

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” “Who am I? You’ll know soon enough. What am I doing here? I’m here to deliver a message from my employers. They aren’t pleased about losing their money. Ten million dollars to be exact.” Fuck. Sartorre’s men had caught up with us. I had thought we had been so careful and left no traces. It had been more than a year since my sister and I had done the heist on Sartorre. How had they even found us? “Where’s my sister?” I growled. He chuckled. “I think you should be a little more worried about yourself right now, darlin’” The man had no accent to speak of, so I guessed he was an outside contractor.

boldly scrawled on the bottom, approving each purchase. “Gotcha, Ms Greyson,” I sneer as I look them over. I don’t know how my father got his hands on them, but they look real enough. It doesn’t matter if they are real, the implication is damning. Based on what is in my hands, Greyson Mills has been embezzling money from Steele Industries for YEARS and using that money to cover up their own crimes. It doesn’t matter if Cordelia knew what she was signing, or even if she signed them at all.

"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.'"