Stealing Stories Novels & Stories

Hazel started to tell them the story earning Daxon's full attention. "Beautiful with grey eyes like you?" Darren asked her amusingly making her chuckle. No matter how many times she tells this story to them still he stays curious like it is his first time hearing it. "Yes like me." she said confirming his statement and she nodded at her to continue. "Then what happened?" Kiara asked immediately even after knowing the after story. "She was so disappointed in her life because that man used to beat her and give so much pain to her. He didn't let anyone to meet her or let her go anywhere." she told them remembering what Alexander has done to her.

“Sinong inggit? Afford din naman naming bumili ng ganyan no! FYI, hindi lang kayo ang mayaman sa school na ‘to!” Kaya pala rinig na rinig namin ang bulungan kasi grupo pala ‘yon nina Raya. Iyong tagapakalat ng mga chismis dito sa school. Kapag ang isang balita ay umabot sa kanila, asahan mong hindi pa nangangalahati ang araw alam na agad ng lahat ng estudyante sa paaralang ‘to! Ganyan sila kabilis at kagaling!

“She tried to get back at your father, and the man she slept with has been blackmailing her. Trust me when I say, I’m not the only one who’s been stealing.” Adrian stood, his knuckles crackling like the wood in the fireplace. A warmth crept over my chest. It was probably due to the warm temperature of the room, but I told myself it was due to happiness. We’re all on the same level now. We stole. We lied. We’re the same. A bunch of assholes who can’t trust each other. They have no righteous foot to stand on.

Just then, she loses all the strength she had in her knees and slowly kneels down the floor. Pretending to be Olivia might not be as easy as she had initially thought. With the thinking that Olivia’s plan is impossible after all, Laura stands up and makes up her mind. I can’t do this. I’m going home, she thought, walking towards her queen-sized bed. Under her bed, she reached out for a certain chest entrusted to her by Olivia before carrying out their plan. The chest is somewhat vintage with very detailed carvings. Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest.

"Didn't you say my mom scraped together fourteen thousand three hundred dollars for you? Where's the money?" His lips moved, but nothing came out. "Spent it all?" He dropped his head. "You had a lot to say before. Said I lost to you, said you won. What about now?" He was on the ground, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe. "Nathan, I was wrong... So wrong... I shouldn't have stolen your money, shouldn't have taken your scholarship... Just let me off..." I stood up and looked at him. "Kevin, the problem isn't that you stole my money or took my scholarship. The problem is you thought the world would always be on your side. The problem is you thought my parents would always have your back. T

Dad decided to tell the story himself after that, at this point, our mother had also made her way into the sitting room, staying at a good distance from our father. “Micah, along with three of his extremely stupid friends, decided that it was a brilliant idea to attempt to steal from the mafia lord.” Dad thundered out and I flinched as his words settled over me, and I glanced down at Micah who refused to meet me eyes. That was honestly the stupidest thing a person could ever think of doing. And since when did Micah begin to steal?

However, his tone suddenly shifted. "I have a bad habit. I enjoy the thrill of stealing," he confessed. "My life is a meticulously crafted timetable. From what I'll eat to the path I'll take, every aspect has been planned out for the next ten years. One day, I witnessed someone slipping a loaf of bread into their pocket at a convenience store. It triggered an adrenaline rush, and I couldn't resist the temptation to imitate it. It felt like an intangible sword hanging over me, ready to strike at any moment—the thrill, the nervousness, the excitement—it stimulates every fiber of my being. I slowly found myself stealing more often and even got caught a few times, so I’ve learned to be more caut

"I was the girl you met that night by the river. I am your mate!" He shakes his head. "Roxy already told me about that night. How she pulled me from the water, how we talked about our dreams." His voice hardens. "She has the necklace to prove it." "She stole it!" I cry. "Miles, look at me. Really look at me. Do you not remember?" The words pour out of me, frantic and raw. "You asked me about my dreams, and I told you I wanted to be a pack doctor, to help people feel hope when they are—"

"Tell me we don't sacrifice our own to those—those monsters." I couldn't lie to her. Not about this. "It's complicated," I'd said instead, which was perhaps worse than a lie. "Complicated?" She'd nearly spat the word. "There's nothing complicated about stealing newborns from their mothers! About telling families their cubs died in birth when you're really feeding them to slavers!" "It's to protect the pack," I'd argued, the justification sounding hollow even to my own ears. "The arrangement has kept us safe for generations. One cub to save hundreds."

"I'm sorry. I found the manuscript in my cabinet this morning. I had no idea—" Hailey cut in, adding fuel to the fire. "Claudia, Vera's broke and couldn't write anything decent herself. She stole your story and tried to cash in. After all, she's desperate for money right now!"