Stealing Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

I didn't know if it was betrayal or not, but he knows that Reid and Brain from East Pack has been stealing from my great store to supply and sell supplies to elevate their Pack while I was blank, yesterday was different because I suddenly had an Idea to use a taser at the borders that led to the Great store. “Don't tell me you're sulking Kade, you said it yourself that no one can steal from you no matter what, I knew about those scoundrels and I let you figure it out yourself.” He explained and I scoffed, letting that bitter truth sink in. I brag a lot about how powerful I can be and that nothing can get past me but this didn't get past me. “You win, they stole from me and my Daughter's tuto

She cried “What is a stealer if I may ask? The way you are saying it is like a I am in a danger” I can feel my voice shaking but I am more confused than scared right now. “It is not like that, you are not dangerous or in a danger, it is just a complicated blessing. Being a stealer means” she pulled me more closer “you are able to produce a pup with anyone, be it your mate or not.” My mouth dropped in surprise “I have been reading histories and books, writing scrolls on the happenings in this pack, I have never heard of anything like that”

* * * * * * * * * * Just like any other day, I get up from my bed. My name is Alex Stones, a billionaire. I own several businesses around the country and even outside the country, so money is not a problem for me. All I want right now, that one thing I want so badly right now, is only Seline. If I manage to get her, my life will be perfect. I will be the happiest and the luckiest man on this planet.

"How brilliant, yes of course!" "You're such a scum." He chuckled heartily, "We rogues have no place, so I'll just take other places then." For some reason, Filip's words hinted at sadness. I rolled my eyes to ignore it, but the look on his face was haunting. He looked sad. "I don't care. Stealing is stupid." "It's called surviving and looting." "If someone stole from you, how would you feel, huh?" "I would feel bad, of course. I mean, why wouldn't I, right?"

the only modern thing in her living room. Her life is a real mess... She lived in student accommodation with old furniture that barely held up and She just got fired for putting a client in her place... Which was unfair. She had complained about this same customer for more than 3 times but her boss was always telling her that the customer was king and she should avoid coming near him but as always She was on duty at that customer's table . When she decides to revolt, she was fired. It was sad but it was her reality. Her biggest regret is not having had the courage to revolt sooner...

Alicia snorted, "Jess, stop playing around. You said you didn't take the money, but it was already in your account. We just asked for it back and you will get forgiveness. Is it hard for you?" This was truly more difficult than what Alicia had mentioned. Although it looks easy. "Miss Weisberg, to be honest, the money is not in my account right now. They have moved to my mother's account." "You mean you stole it and gave it to your mother?" Alicia came up with accusations. "No! I really didn't steal it, Miss Weisberg." Jessica defended herself once again. "If you didn't mean to take the money, then why did you give it to your mother?"