Novel & Cerita Stealing Stories

The first thing people get wrong about stealing was that it’s exciting and it’s all about the thrill and running. Movies loved the running, those frantic footsteps after an alarm goes off. The desperate leap from rooftop to rooftop, the breathless escape through crowded streets. Racing hearts and jumping across rooftops with a priceless diamond tucked into your bra while police helicopters circle overhead. Personally, I blame those cliche movies because the reality is far less glamorous. The movie version of stealing, is all nonsense and real theft happens long before anyone realizes something was missing. It happens in the planning, In the waiting and In learning exactly which guard hated h

Lady Hazel, then, took her seat just across from the queen. “Yes, what the princess said is true. I was indeed a slave who killed those good-for-nothings and the abusive couple before leaving the kingdom. If only they did not abuse me, I could not have killed them. But they accused me of stealing their money and expensive pieces of jewelry when I never even touched them! They knew that if they sold me in the auction, they would earn hundreds of gold coins so they accused me of things I did not do to keep me in chains. Even before the day of the auction, I already paid my debts but they were so selfish and heartless.”

She watched as her husband interacts with his business partners, a smile on his face. She thanked God for blessing her with Hussain. When he was introduced to her by her brother, she didn't take him seriously in fact her mind was in school. But after a while, she felt her worlds belong to him, he owns her. She sighed softly as Hussaini walked towards her, making her heart wants to rip out of her chest. She shifted in her position feeling awkward.why will he talk to her while his parents are here? "Mama. Sorry, but can I steal my baby for a minute"He asked upon reaching them. "Mara kunya, you can take her with you ."His mother replied, laughing. Nafisa wished the ground would swallow her, why

Don't get it wrong. Sometimes stereotypes were spot on correct and sometimes they weren't. This was again, another case in Brianna Samuels. She wasn't one of those bitches that everyone knew about because of stereotypes, that lived for gossip and brought people down just so they felt better about themselves. Okay, well Brianna did live for gossip, but mostly the harmless type of gossip and she definitely did not live to step on people. The type of gossip she lived for would basically be classified as petty theft in contrast to murder. Basically who dated who and who's hot and whatnot.

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

I thought that after this incident, he might finally learn his lesson and stop pulling this kind of stunt. Unexpectedly, another delivery showed up outside my door that evening. I took it downstairs and tossed it into the trash along with the garbage from my apartment. When I came back upstairs, Derek was once again standing outside my door arguing with a delivery driver. The moment he saw me, he pointed a finger in my direction. "Was it you who stole my food? You pathetic freeloader. I caught you once at lunchtime, and now you've got the nerve to steal it again tonight?"

The world tilted, shadows swimming at the edges of my vision. “My Lady?” The shadow-walker’s voice seemed distant. I braced myself on the table, drawing a ragged breath. “I am going to the Pack Hall. To the Enforcers.” The next morning, I strode into the Pack Hall, the heart of our territory’s law. “I need to report a crime!” My voice echoed off the stone walls. “My pup was stolen!” The Enforcer on duty looked up from his ledger. His eyes, a cool beta grey, assessed me. “State your grievance, Luna. Slowly.”

Or rather, the life of my future career in media. I wanted to call his bluff. But even I could tell that every word he said, he meant. So, I stood there, and watched him call me a thief. I watched him say that fucking ridiculous proposal that would be my ticket to redemption –at least for stealing his Rolex watch eight years ago. I learned to cope with the guilt over the years. The guilt of stealing that hot stranger’s wristwatch. That hot stranger that fucked me so good that I – I shook the thought away instantly. No. I wasn't going to go there.

I bought the pills myself. Not through the family doctor. Not through Chris’ carefully curated network of specialists. A small clinic across town. Cash payment. No shared insurance trail. The nurse did not recognize my last name. That alone felt like oxygen. I stared at the thin silver strip in my palm when I got back to the car. So this is what deceit looks like. Not dramatic. Not cinematic. Just a foil packet tucked into the zip pocket of my work bag. Chris thought we were trying.

Darren said curiously with a shine in his eyes. Their mamma always tells them a story of a caged princess and no matter how many times they hear it, it still leaves them curious. Kiara also nodded at her in agreement making Hazel to look at Daxon first and then she sighed looking at her curious kids. "Okay first lay down properly." she said and covered both of them with a warm duvet. "So there was a princess who was so sad and weak. She was caged in a big castle by a man because she was so much beautiful with grey eyes." Hazel started to tell them the story earning Daxon's full attention.