Stealing Stories Novels & Stories

It seems like today is the best day of my life, good news all around" - - Waking gracefully Into my underground office I had a lot to think about. I wondered why someone would have the guts to steal from me, knowing fully well that the punishment was death. " You are the one who had been stealing from me?" I said looking at the young man who was already bleeding from all the beating I had given him. "I'm so sorry, I had to tend to my mother's medical bills" He said pleading. "The code of my union is simple: You can't act smart and never steal from me. I detest thiefs " I said, pouring vinegar on the opening wounds. This made him scream in pain.

"This... this... uh... my brother-in-law. Yes... My late husband's brother." Tabitha glanced at Keith through Linda's gray head, hoping he'd caught the hint. Can Keith understand the sign? She liked this apartment and wanted to rent it right then and there. Linda's hesitation about renting her apartment to a pregnant woman without a husband made Tabitha need to make up a story about having a dead husband. Most people couldn't ignore pregnant young widows. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Carter," Linda greeted Keith happily. "I'm sure Tabitha was happy get visit from family."

“Ms. Rivers, you’ve been hiding here for quite a while. You heard everything, didn’t you?” I pressed my lips together and said nothing. “You heard everything, didn’t you?” Whitney raised an eyebrow. Her eyes gleamed with nothing but challenge and contempt. I drew in a deep breath, trying to avoid a confrontation. I turned around to leave. However, she stepped in front of me, blocking my way as she put on a taunting smile. “If you’re smart enough, you’ll walk away on your own. I’m carrying his child, so the Levine family will stand behind me. You’ll just end up being thrown out. How humiliating would that be?

"Word on the street is, someone once snatched Rosemary to get at Bradley. By the next day, the ringleader was flayed and dumped on his kingpin's doorstep." "Yeah, I heard that, too. Bradley went all out, unleashed hell to crush his enemies, and sent a clear message to the criminal world. The Gilbert Group took a beating, too. Since then, no one's dared to mess with Rosemary." I glanced at Bradley's retreating figure as a strange sense of having been there before washed over me.

Ever since I moved in, that family across the hall had been stealing anything they could get their hands on. No wonder I found it odd when I first moved in. No one in the entire building kept shoes or umbrellas outside their doors. It turned out that everyone was just trying to protect themselves from this bizarre family. They really loved stealing. It even included my doormat or any food deliveries I did not pick up immediately. They did not even spare my bras, panties, and socks that were hanging out to dry on the rooftop!

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

I could see that she was struggling to keep her cool and not cry her eyes out. “Please, let me go. I promise you, I didn’t not steal anything. I would never. I just wanted to look at it.” She pleaded with the lady. “Oh, just shut up, you cheap and worthless scum. I have seen lots of your type come in here and go. You try to make up stories about how you just wanted to look at it when in truth, you are really here to steal.” She scoffed. “I mean, look at you, you clearly can not afford even the cheapest item in this store and you expect me to believe any word that comes out of that lying abyss you call a mouth.”

That accusation was over the top. The young mother protested: “I know nothing about tech. I haven’t been out for months. I don’t know what new phones are out there. My husband bought me a new phone, and I used it. I’m not poor. I don’t need to steal your phone.” The girl sneered: “Anyone can make up a story. But you’re the only one here with this phone. There’ve been many news reports about mothers using their kids as cover to steal in malls. You brought two kids. That’s suspicious.”

Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, a united front against the darkness that threatened to engulf them all. And so, with their sights set on the horizon, the team pressed forward, driven by their shared purpose and the unyielding determination to make a difference in a world where shadows and secrets intertwined. As Alex delved into the stolen information, a chilling realization dawned upon them. The heist had been more than just a recovery mission—it had unearthed a far-reaching conspiracy that extended to the highest echelons of power. The stolen data contained evidence of corruption, manipulation, and a plot that could destabilize nations and plunge the world into chaos.

Was it because Storm didn’t trust me or because he was scared I’d get hurt? I nodded my head and said, "I lost my parents when I was six." "Did you get adopted or?" Cara asked, and I hated that I had to fucking lie. I lied. "I was raised in an orphanage." It was sort of the truth. "It’s almost like a fairy tale. Like a lost princess stuck in a poor orphanage gets rescued by the prince." She joked. "Although from what I heard, you don’t need anyone to rescue you." Word had traveled fast that I had killed a rogue, and Alpha Lex wasn’t fucking happy about it.