Stealing Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side. But the hunger in her eyes hadn’t faded. “Not done yet, baby girl,” she whispered, leaning over to kiss me deeply. Her tongue claimed my mouth as her hand slid down to cup my mound, two fingers slipping easily into my drenched cunt. I moaned into the kiss, hips twitching. Jake watched us with dark eyes, slowly stroking himself back to full hardness. “You two are insatiable.” Sarah smiled against my lips. “Watch this.” She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top in a perfect sixty-nine, her thick ass and dripping pussy hovering right above my face. “Let’s show your stepbrother how Mommy and daughter

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?"

Bianca held James' hand, hoping to comfort him. James shot a pained look at Bianca before pulling her into his arms. Meanwhile, I pulled out my phone and checked my bank account. It was completely empty. As expected, Bianca had used the tenfold transfer system to steal the seven million dollars that I had gotten from selling the house. I had planned to use the money to pay for Mom's medical bills. "How did you manage to earn seven billion dollars from your business, Bianca? Can you teach us your secrets?" "I second her suggestion! We don't want to study hard anymore, Bianca. Let us join your business!"

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.

Just facts. “Tell me everything,” she said. So I did—not in fragments, not softened. Everything. The wrist, the slap, the threats, the appointment, the way he spoke about the baby like it was a fucking investment portfolio. She didn’t interrupt or react dramatically. She just listened and took notes. When I finished, the silence felt different than the silence at home—not heavy, grounded.

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?