Stealing Stories Novels & Stories

She pulled it out. It was in her mother’s handwriting, but the ink was fresh as if it had been written seconds ago. “Elara, if you’re reading this, you’ve found the Bureau. The Landlord didn't steal the souls. He stole the Ending. He realized that if humans knew how their stories ended, they wouldn't play the game. They wouldn't borrow. They wouldn't strive. He took the 'Happily Ever After' and the 'Tragic Finale' and locked them in this box, leaving everyone to wander in a permanent, hungry Middle.”

It was not just because Linda was happy, but also because of his rival brother. The media reported that Scott had gone crazy. From generously giving up the other half of the Skyworld project some time ago, to recently handing over several of Miller Group’s business deals to the Goldmans. One outlet even reported exclusively that Scott had once posted late at night. [This woman is truly something.] He deleted it seconds later.

Killian added. Audrey took a moment and drew a deep breath. “Well… uh… this one time, my friend Olivia and I were at Whole Foods… we were so hungry but we left our wallets in the car, so we stole some bananas and oat milk, we put it under our jackets and just walked out. It was so… intense,” Audrey smiled sheepishly, but the brothers held a ‘are you serious’ look on their faces. “No,” Killian denied. “No, come on. Tell us a real story,” Caspian followed.

I located my seat, and sat down. “Isn’t stealing described as taking what doesn’t belong to you without permission?” Her voice was low, Mamma must be nearby. Smart of her to not out me yet. “If I have the intention of returning it, I guess you can call that borrowing. Stop with all these questions, I have to go. Promise me you won’t tell a soul.” “Sure I can do that if Mamma asks. but if your husband does, I don’t know if I will keep the promise. You know he terrifies me.”

I was stunned. Tears streamed down Jordan's face as he pointed at me and exclaimed, "Earlier this morning, Caleb stole the 80,000 dollars from Dad's drawer when he went to the restroom. He then intentionally used 800 dollars to buy canned sardines and crayfish just so he could pin the blame on Dad!" I barked out an indignant laugh. "You should make sure that your story is logical before you weave your web of lies, Jordan. Why would I be standing here and risking capture right now if I did steal the 80,000 dollars?"

"Why would someone want to steal money records from a case that's already been finished?" Sofia and I looked at each other. The same terrible thought hit us both. "Because", I whispered, "someone needs to change the story. And without that book, they can." Outside, thunder rolled like a warning. The storm that had been building for weeks was finally here. And we had just lost our strongest weapon right when we needed it most. The night felt darker than ever.

“Well, do you know what is a stealer, Ashira?” Stealer? I haven’t heard of it but there is some ring into that word. Have I heard it somewhere? The old lady took my silence as my answer and continued speaking. “Stealer is a wolf abnormality. They can produce a pup with another wolf who is not their mate. Some stealers are evil and those kinds steals the mate of others for fame, greed, or vanity.” she paused. I don’t think I need to hear some kind of useless story. Why is she trying to educate me about this stealer thing?

And she was trying to save her world by cannibalizing ours. She saw us and didn't seem surprised. Her voice, when she spoke, was a layered chorus of every story ever told, and it was utterly weary. “You are from the… Fading World. I am sorry you had to see this. It is not malice. It is triage.” “You’re stealing our stories!” Lina accused.

However, everything had changed now. One night, I received a call from Samantha. Her voice was trembling with excitement on the other end of the call. "Dad! Dad! You're famous now!" "What do you mean, I'm famous?" I was puzzled. "I shared your story of recovering the lost warehouse items and apprehending the real culprit behind the theft on our university's forum as an essay, and it started to trend! More than 100,000 people have clicked on it, and even our dean has read it!

“Grandmother, please,” I begged weakly as I sat down on the ground by my bed. The sun poured in through the window, spreading across the floor and creeping up the wall. Everything was going just as it has been in my past life. In my past life, I had been locked up because money had been found in my room. The money belonged to the pack and my grandmother accused me of stealing even when I told her I did not do it. In the end, Kendall had stolen the research report that I worked on for months and submitted it as her own. She became the most celebrated student among all the packs while I was known as a thief.