Stealing Stories Novels & Stories

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 didn’t see it and I didn’t take it. I swear in my life that I’m not a thief.” “And how do you expect me to believe you when all you’ve done is try to climb your way to the top?” She chastised. “I know what you are and I chose to help you but this is how you repay me? By stealing my birthday gift? If you wanted a gift, you could have said it and I would have gladly given you something but stealing from me? That’s so wrong! How could you!” A drop of tears slipped down my cheek. “I swear I didn’t steal it. I swear on my life. I never saw it so I didn’t take it and I don’t steal. Please believe me.”

"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!"

“Listen, Brent, I don’t know what that bitch has told you, but she’s a fucking liar.” It takes everything inside of me to stay calm, but I tuck my hands in my pockets casually and nod for him to continue. I want to give him all the rope he needs to hang himself on his own lies. “She stole some jewelry from our stepmom and then took off without telling anyone. We’ve all been in panic mode searching for her, and then when I saw her today, I couldn’t believe it.” “You said you’re engaged,” I say, my voice calmer than I thought it would be.

I begin, getting a quizzical look from Sky. “Sky here is my friend and captain of my Guards." The elderly couple stare at me with an unamused look, reminding me of the time I lied to them about where I got the money to help Ron get his cane. They were disappointed that I had learned to steal from one of the Slum Lords but understood that there was only so much help they can provide me. That was when I explained that in order to survive, I needed to steal. I promised to only steal from the corrupt and rich and would be as safe as I can when going on a heist.

“Stealing in the northern pack is prohibited. Didn’t anybody tell you?” Her eyes shifted to Bethany. “You didn’t tell your friend that no one condones stealing here?” Akira arched a brow, surprised. “Stealing? Who's stealing?” “Didn’t you sneak in here to eat all of this you’re eating right now?” Gilly snapped. “Lie one more time, bitch, and I will tell Madam Estelle right away!” “Once I do, you’ll be waking up in the dungeon tomorrow morning.” Akira gaped at her, nearly choking on the piece of bread still in her mouth. “Excuse you!”

On the first page, the introduction stated: [The man who steals had been known as a thief, a gentleman of knowledge, a flying thief, and there are sects of stealing, such as…] “Damn it! Why are they all the same? So pretentious,” Darryl muttered, but it was not long before he was hooked on the contents of the book. The Cult Mistress was right; this was indeed an interesting read. The stealing techniques used by modern-day thieves were considered unprofessional. This included using tools such as using long tweezers to steal a phone from a lady’s bag.

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.