Stealing Writing Novels & Stories

He’s nursing a cup of coffee when I slide into the seat across from him. “Still look like you don’t trust the government,” I say by way of greeting. He snorts. “And you still look like trouble.” I flash him a grin. “Flattery will get you everywhere. Now spill.” He leans forward, lowering his voice. “Brennan doesn’t just write stories, Stevie. He creates them. He finds dirt, sure, but when there’s nothing there? He makes sure something exists.” I frown. “You mean he plants stories?”

He smiles giving me the rundown of the day, but once I heard the part of me sending my mother a letter, the smile drops from my face slightly. Yes, I want to send my mother a letter to let her and everyone else know that I’m okay and nothing horrible has happened to me. But how in the world am I going to word the letter?! I can’t outright tell her a man kidnapped me who I’ve learnt is my mate, but how he is also a mythical creature that we never would know existed! I know how suspicious it will be that I disappear from the face of the earth, only to send her a letter telling her I’m okay but asking about a little story that she used to tell me as a child! I know if the roles were reversed an

He paused, then looked at me. "If you want, I can alter its structure. Break the connection. I can even make it backfire on the person who cast it." So that was how it was… No wonder she became some so-called 'lucky streamer.' She was not lucky. She was burning through my luck, stealing my life. "How much?" I asked without hesitation. "I don't charge," he replied, calm and firm. "Stopping things like this is a good enough reason." I froze for a second, then immediately handed him the paper.

"Gram cooked for me today. It's so yummy! He's the best brother in the world! "Leanna is perfect for him. They're made for each other. I should give them my blessings. "Gram got drunk today. He hugged me and called out Leanna's name. I know that he's only ever thought of me as his younger sister. "If only that incident had never happened. Gram wouldn't be upset, and Leanna would never have left. "I hate myself so much." Graham threw the diary at Gwyneth's feet. "Gwyneth Rowland! You did this on purpose, didn't you? You put it there so she could find it, didn't you!"

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

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Cedrick was about to yank my hand away from those people, but I dodged and stood my ground. “Miss Yuki Carter is a copycat! He doesn't really know how to write, he's really a thief!” My tongue snapped out, so angry that I had to defend my book. I'm sure some of Miss Yuki Carter's works were stolen by her as well. He might have used a ghost writer, and such writers are worthless. The only thing important to them is money. I dedicated blood, sleep, and sweat to my book. Then just steal? "Why do you call Miss Yuki Carter, a seasoned writer, a thief?" A reporter asked me. But before I could speak…

On the contrary, he sat still at the side as he watched the events unfold before him. The lighting was dimmer on his side, but amidst the darkness, his eyes were shining in an unmistakable brilliant green. Unfortunately, the security guard did not show up. Instead, it was Luna who adjusted her large spectacles while she smirked in a domineering way. "However, I've just published the completed thesis earlier. Furthermore, it is published under my name, so the thesis is mine. I'm afraid your wish to enroll in Taadi University by increasing your marks through this thesis will be in vain! I might be a commoner and I've never come across or used any luxurious brands and might even not know what a

He was still so mad at me, and telling him about my situation with Caden would only make it worse; I needed to find a way around it. Several thoughts swarm around in my mind, making it difficult for me to wrap my head around anything. After a few excruciating minutes, a crazy thought suddenly struck my mind but in fear, I shrugged it off, it was too dangerous to do and most certainly the thing that would send me back into the streets if I got caught. The thought consisted of stealing from Massimo, the exact same way that I had done in the beginning—hacking; but this time, I wanted to be so subtle about it.

Meanwhile, I moved the file a little as I let my fingers feel the edge of Mia's phone I grabbed it between my index and middle finger like a chopstick, swiftly and stealthily, that it couldn't be seen in the CCTV. “It's Okay, Mia. I will take the pen from somewhere else. Thanks for your help." I said with a relaxed smile. Mia looked up with pouted lips and a frown, oddly looking adorable in her too-big-for-her-face glasses, and distractedly said, “Okay.” I got out of the cubicle in a calm and unsuspecting manner, feeling a crazed thrill of doing something wild for a change in my pitiful pathetic life. Too disgraceful. I’m getting a kick out of stealing a half bonkers, adorable nerd, so I rea