Stole My Life Novels & Stories

But as I pulled it out, I realized something wasn’t right—it was uncharacteristically light. My heart sank as I threw off the lid. I fell to my knees. It was all gone. Someone had found it and stolen our life savings. They had taken every dollar and didn’t leave even a single loonie or toonie behind. Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. A situation I didn’t think could get any worse had turned into a living hell.

Tears escaped my eyes and I wiped at them. All my life, I’d lived quite the quiet life. So quiet it didn’t seem like I existed. Then I found out I was cheated out of work and cheated on. I moved on and met Kol. I thought my life had finally settled but life, being the jerk it was, threw me a wicked curve ball. I found out I was a twin. Suddenly, I seemed to exist to people and now, I had a dangerous stalker on the loose who though pigs blood and open threats were a perfect way to send a message across.

David lamented with blood shot eyes. Larry snarled at him” Don’t complain buddy, I warned you that one day this women will bring you trouble. And the worst of it all is that the one whom you trusted turned out to be sneaky. I really don’t know how to help you but this time round you have got to figure out on your own what you want to do with your life.”

He was okay tearing out my flesh and taking what didn't belong to him. The ordeal stretched on till I was on the verge of passing out. "Fuck!" That was all that filled my ears. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The sound he made while he destroyed me. While he stole my virginity. While he stole the only thing I called my own. Piccolo Maestro had taken it all. This was the height. He had now taken it all. Now, I was nothing but chaff, a blow away from ceasing to exist.

I mutter. He grins, throwing his head back. “I told you I would come back for you, didn't I?” He chuckles, waving the gun at me. He is still wearing the prison uniform, so I guess the gun must be from a cop. “You stole my company, my family, my life, and you stole my woman too!” He growls. My fingers curl into a fist as I watch him. He is the one who stole everything from me from the onset. They stole my mother's life, money, and happiness, and they stole my respect and inheritance. The worst he can do is tag himself the victim right now.

“I… I’m Alia.” The room fell into an almost unnatural stillness. Even the rustling of the trees outside the window seemed to fade into the distance. She had finally spoken the truth—this long-buried truth that had pressed down on her chest like stone. Her voice trembled, but her gaze was steady. “I’m not Livia. In my past life… I was a thief. A nobody. I infiltrated your estate to steal something—anything. But then I saw you. You were standing there, with a gun, pointed at her. I thought you’d gone mad.

I was dying for something that wasn’t even my fault. My parents wouldn’t even know what really happened to me. Jenny would never know what happened to me. And Simon and Sarah…all because I fell in love with a monster… All because I had a one night stand. “In your next life,” she murmured, her mouth close to my ear. “In your next life, you would never take something that doesn’t belong to you, hmm?”

The rubberneckers, thrilled at the invitation to pile on, swarmed me in a frenzy. A fistful of my hair got ripped out in the scuffle, my shirt hanging in tatters. Adrenaline surged, but lab life had sapped my strength. I couldn't shake them off. I was pinned face-first to the cold floor, my arms wrenched behind my back. They whooped with glee, capturing my humiliation with their phones. "Busted the sidepiece. First time jumping into the fray."

“Grandmother, please,” I begged weakly as I sat down on the ground by my bed. The sun poured in through the window, spreading across the floor and creeping up the wall. Everything was going just as it has been in my past life. In my past life, I had been locked up because money had been found in my room. The money belonged to the pack and my grandmother accused me of stealing even when I told her I did not do it. In the end, Kendall had stolen the research report that I worked on for months and submitted it as her own. She became the most celebrated student among all the packs while I was known as a thief.

They became outcasts overnight, scorned by everyone, while they were forced to endure a pain that felt like steel spikes piercing through them every single day. As for me, my final counterattack against them completely turned my reputation around. Now, I was finally able to live the college life I was meant to have all along.