Stealing Writing Novels & Stories

"Oh Keith, you can't imagine how happy I feel. I never like the thought of young women being left alone in the world. Tabitha is so lucky you live here." Keith smiled kindly at Linda but then glanced at Tabitha. The guy stared intimately, and his hint was clear. He would stay until he had her consent regarding the child in Tabitha's womb. "I have to go now to bring my groceries in. I was just getting back from shopping when I saw a really cool car. What's it called?" This time Linda was at a loss for words. "Jeep." Jace continued "Jeep! Yes … very manly. Perfect for the virile Keith." Linda answered, and Tabitha groaned inwardly.

Truth be told, I didn't want to, experiencing the same fear: just how awful was the trade? I sighed. What was one more depressing thing to dwell on? Carefully setting Gemma aside, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and leaned forward to pick it up. I used that sliver of light to unfold it at last. It was near falling apart, but at least the writing was intact. I mentally prepared myself. The first line was addressed to Haveloek Brooks—Gemma's uncle, Oceantide's Beta. My gaze skipped to the last line, which was signed Connor Herrick. So this was the Beast's handwriting. I curled my lip at the fact.

I was just… a prop in someone else’s story. I opened the drawer on the right side of the wardrobe, looking for sunscreen or maybe a light t-shirt—anything to fold, just to keep my hands busy. But the drawer stuck. I tugged a little harder… and as it opened, something slipped out from underneath. A dark brown leather notebook. The corners worn. No label. No name. My heart started pounding. I stared at the thing for a few seconds. It felt like stealing. But this was… my room too, wasn’t it? At least, by our agreement.

I was alone on the ice, but I wasn't going to break. "You say even a blind wolf could see the theft," I countered, my eyes burning. "Then tell me this: if I was clever enough to steal your work, wouldn't I be clever enough to change the details? I am not a fool. If I wanted to scavenge someone else's kill, I would disguise the scent so the owner could never track it. Why would I copy and paste every stitch for the most public event in the Citadel? What kind of thief begs to be caught?" There was no shame in my stance, only a sharp, cold logic. I was ready to claw my way back to the truth.

“Or explain how you and your former heart-mate conspired to rob me?” “It wasn’t like that!” “No?” I pulled another set of parchments—ledger copies from the shadow-walker—and flung them. They fluttered around him like accusatory leaves. The silver transfers to the Moon Circle’s account were clear as day. “That was for your post-Blessing care!” he blurted.

I ditched the pickaxe, looking for anything else to use, but in my frenzy, I stumbled and ended up on the floor. The footsteps behind me were getting louder. A cold sweat drenched my back as I curled up, cornered and powerless. The pitch-black cellar had me spouting anything that came to mind, a last-ditch plea. "Please, mister, have mercy! I can pay you—ten, twenty thousand dollars. Just let me go, and I'll owe you big time, even in my next life!" "You've been slaving away for twenty years already, isn't that enough? You want to keep it up in your next life too?"

Her elegant form twisted and ripped as the beast emerged, a monstrous wolf with burning eyes and a crimson‑streaked pelt. As Helena lunged toward me with a deafening roar, Caelan moved faster than thought, his body contorting and reshaping until the beast within him exploded forth. The massive, midnight‑furred wolf hurled itself between us, crashing into the attacking beast and shaking the earth. The sacred space descended into bedlam as more wolves emerged from the mist, growling, snapping, jaws snapping in a chorus of aggression.

* * * * * * * * * * 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.

"Even though it hurt, even though it destroyed my fantasy. I needed to know; needed to understand that my twin isn't the angel I imagined, that blood doesn't guarantee loyalty or love." "You deserved truth," Luca said simply. "I've stolen enough from you through deception. I won't add to that by hiding information, even information that causes pain." "It's strange," Sienna murmured, already drifting toward sleep. "My sister, my own twin, is a calculating stranger but you - my kidnapper, have become something else, something I don't have words for yet."

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]