Stealing Stories Novels & Stories

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.”

I blurt out. A menacing growl fills the air, and I feel my heart pound wildly against my chest. It came from the blonde one. Did he know I was lying? Was he angry about it? Is he going to kill me? “What the hell is a human doing out here stealing ham?” he asks. The wheels on my head spin faster than they ever have. I need to think of a believable lie, or I am going to get killed! “I-I just got thrown out by my uncle—no, I mean parents—and I had nowhere else to go, so I just found myself here.”

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.

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

His smile always made me feel some things in my stomach; I wondered why he didn't smile often because I was going to be a cheerful person. "I do not know what you're going to say but I'm listening, please enlighten me." "Let us just go with the flow and call it our ‘Stolen Moments’, on these stolen moments we should get to know each other even if it's not deep just the little things you want to throw in the conversation so that I know you. We will get there, I mean to the bigger things later on. I'm open to telling you about my life if you don't want to know about my love for you then it's fine we can just have a list of things to talk about and have fun."

She sneered, replying inexplicably, “So Mom thinks you can’t lose face now? What about when you stole Dad’s money in the name of helping? Why didn’t you feel ashamed then?” “What steal?” Mrs. Cobby retorted angrily. “Don’t make it sound so bad!” “The truth always hurts,” Imelda said coldly. “Wasn’t what you all did called stealing? Without my Dad’s permission, do you think it can be considered that you received it? I admit, what I did was stealing. I’m admitting to doing it even though I’m his daughter. But you did the same as I did, so don’t put yourselves on a pedestal. Also, when you coaxed me, saying you’ll treat me well to make me convince Mom to take the blame, why didn’t you feel asha

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.”