Stealing Writing Novels & Stories

Sarah stared at the flowers in her arms and her smug smile, finding it all sickening. "Are you sure you want to have this conversation where others might hear?" Sarah asked coldly. Grace finally stepped aside to let her in, closing the door. "Make it quick." "Did you write that paper yourself?" Sarah asked directly. Grace uncomfortably avoided her gaze. "If I didn't write it, are you suggesting you did?" "Do you know that stealing someone's research is illegal?" Sarah's brows furrowed. "I don't know what you're talking about," Grace replied impatiently.

They brought me some soup and it smells good but I'm scared. Hamish's feeling increased even more. He had heard this voice before somewhere. And the woman's voice soothed his troubled mind. * What if they put drugs in the soup? I may be living my last moments in freedom or even alive...* She blurted out in a whisper. Hamish smiles despite the urgency of the young woman's situation... * You have to help me. I sent you information about them on your I*******m page and I managed to take a photo of them so if I disappear you will know where I am... Sorry... Sorry to bother you but I need of you.*

It had been a confession. The Author was not just writing the story. The Author was using the Academy itself to write it. And I had just stolen the pen.

boldly scrawled on the bottom, approving each purchase. “Gotcha, Ms Greyson,” I sneer as I look them over. I don’t know how my father got his hands on them, but they look real enough. It doesn’t matter if they are real, the implication is damning. Based on what is in my hands, Greyson Mills has been embezzling money from Steele Industries for YEARS and using that money to cover up their own crimes. It doesn’t matter if Cordelia knew what she was signing, or even if she signed them at all.

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

How hadn’t anyone noticed before? The knowledge about stealers was limited. They were a pack taboo, and in olden times once a stealer was found she was immediately exiled. They were a bad omen for any pack, a threat to the unity within. It was all because of the Stealer’s scent that could mimic that of a lost mate of a widowed wolf, or an unmated one who was yet to find his mate, thus making herself enticing to them. Stealers in legends and stories had always used this power to their advantage, turning pack member against pack member, leading them to massacre each other. They were told to be unable to speak the truth, unable to do anything other than entice and manipulate. When I was younger

Napapailing na lang ako habang paminsan-minsan silang minamasdan na nabuburyo na kakahintay sa akin. May pa-assignment na naman ulit ang prof namin today kaya tulad ng nakasanayan kong gawin ay isinulat ko ‘yon sa sticky note at idinikit sa ilalim ng arm rest ng upuan ko. Pero agad na kumunot ang noo ko nang napansing may nakadikit doon. Wala naman akong inilagay kahapon o no’ng nakaraang araw.

Ryder arched his eyebrows and stared at her mockingly. "Was 'Love in the Moonlight' written by you?" Olivia had stolen my draft and published that book. Jack, Eric, and Benjamin had been arguing over the identity of Olivia's crush in the book. How ridiculous. I wrote that book, and the male lead had nothing to do with them. "Yeah. It's now the best-selling novel in the human world," Olivia said, her eyes gleaming. "What a coincidence. Aria loves writing, too." When I found out that my work had been stolen, I told Ryder. He wanted to do something, but I stopped him.

My mom stole my dad's name and his status as the top-ranked student in the state, then gave them to her childhood sweetheart. From then on, the two thieves soared to the top. One was admitted to Ashford University and went on to become a computer science professor at one of the country's top universities. The other attended Westbridge University and became a nationally recognized expert in education. … Meanwhile, my dad was left without a legal identity, spending his entire life scraping by through odd jobs and backbreaking labor. Years later, I inherited his talent and founded a leading AI technology company, making a name for myself in the industry. Potential partners were constantl

Nothing that made me look less desperate or less pathetic. “I admit it.” My throat tightened. “I stole. And you have every reason to be mad at me. But Adrian… your parents pushed me to it.” His eyes flickered with something vulnerable before it vanished quickly. “Ungrateful,” he muttered. “That’s what you are! My parents gave you and your mother a roof. Food. Job. You practically breathe because of the Ravenwoods’ generosity. And because they withheld three months of salary, you decided to steal from them?”