Stealing Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

The ones who didn’t transformed into broken bones and flesh. I did not care. I still don’t They took my family. They killed her and our unborn child away from me. I was done narrating my story, so I turned to Liya, her mother, her mates and the man with them. A cruel smile twisted my lips. "This," I said, my voice dripping with venom, "is what happens when you take everything from someone. This is what happens when you steal a future, a life." With flick of my wrist, the cages opened, unleashing the monsters I'd created. I wanted all the wolves to die along with my lover, whom they had wickedly ended.

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!