Stealing Writing Novels & Stories

“Yes. I smelled something that pulled me toward her. My wolf feels a connection with her, and I'm certain about it.” The Seeker turned to me. “Anna, do you feel the same?” I hesitated before answering. “Yes. I perceived a beautiful scent from Devon, and my wolf feels a connection toward him.” Emily suddenly exploded. “You did this!” She pointed at me angrily. “You've always been jealous of me! You couldn't stand that Devon was going to be mine. You're a mate stealer!” “Emily, calm down,” the Seeker warned. “She must have done something!” Emily shouted.

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.

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

Do not distribute, publish, transmit, modify, display or create derivative works from or exploit the contents of this story in any way without the Author’s written permission or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews. Stealing is a crime, please avoid Plagiarism. If this content is captured and published, the offender can be traced and will face the full extent of the legal ramifications stated by the law. Please follow/subscribe, comment, and add this to your library. *************** I STARTED to lift my two big things in my chest and let them taste each end of that mountain bulky middle thing. I felt the strange heat crawling down my abdomen until

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

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

Lines of code…mirror copies of the stolen data began porting themselves to a hidden backup labelled simply ASHES 02. And deep in an encrypted chat, Victor Crane sent a single message to Charlotte Reed: “They think they stole the truth. Let them. The false light always blinds first.”

I have crippling social anxiety, so online dating is the only kind of dating I can handle. The day I was reunited with my wealthy biological family, Flynn Davidson, the son they'd raised in my place, tearfully offered to give his engagement back to me. I quickly waved him off. "No, no. I'm good. I have a girlfriend." The moment the words left my mouth, several lines of text suddenly appeared in front of me. [I'm dying. The villain is turning down the engagement now, but just wait until he sees the heroine. He'll regret it immediately.] [The heroine only has eyes for the fake heir. This guy keeps shoving his chat history in her face and refuses to leave her alone.] [In the end, he drive

"Mom, you're very pretty. Look how beautiful you look wearing this necklace." "There are also these earrings. Mom, put it on and let us have a look." Both the siblings felt that their mother was more beautiful than others. Eira, in particular, felt so and she was extremely happy. There was no one at the Stevens family's house that day, so nobody knew that she had stolen these things. Besides, who would have thought that a child would steal so many things? Mm-hmm! What that pianist had said was really true. She, Eira Stevens, indeed has a talent for stealing and having slender and long fingers meant that she could steal.

I asked and told no one, but I knew they understood. We are connected to each other now, one way or another. I felt an arm on my shoulder as a hand patted me hard. "Who would have thought we would become family?" Riley asked, and I chuckled. He was right. Who would have thought Riley and I would be connected in this way? The Goddess did play us all well. She did. But I wasn’t complaining. THE END. STEALING THE HEART OF MY ALPHA - Cassandra M / JULY - OCT 2022