Stole My Life Novels & Stories

I want her to see the mark she doesn't have. ​"Brielle," I say, my voice calm. "You’re making a scene." ​"A scene?" she shieks, a jagged, ugly laugh tearing from her throat. She lunges forward, but Thomas and the security team catch her arms, holding her back. She struggles like a wild animal. "You stole it! You stole my life, you little gutter-rat! That was supposed to be me! The title, the house, the power—it was mine!"

How could you claim to be everything to her when you are after every single thing that hurts her? **[SLIDE 5: SCREENSHOT]** **Sarah:** She stole my place! That adopted brat stole my place in my own father's house! She’s living my life, wearing my clothes, sleeping in the bed that should have been mine. I’m done being the shadow. If I can't have her life, I’ll make sure she doesn't have it either. I hit 'Share' and watched the screen pulse. The 80% support Sarah had enjoyed was about to face a very ugly truth. I

I have a secret: my "sister" and I share the same body. During the day, I'm the timid, cowardly younger sister. Whenever something frightens me, she steps in and handles it. At night, after I fall asleep, she takes control. It was the perfect balance between us, until we each fell in love with someone different. I fell for a college athlete who once saved me. She fell for an untouchable heir from the city's most powerful family. We had a terrible fight. "Why won't you give me back my life? I wish you'd disappear for good!" I hurled the cruelest words I could at her. And then she really did disappear. I thought I was finally free. But when a secret from ten years ago came to light, I understo

"If Scarlett says it's mine, then it is." Julian stared at me, his eyes utterly cruel. "Since you like stealing other people's things so much, I'll make sure you give up for good." He raised his hand. The silver pocket watch that held the memory of our shared life was smashed ruthlessly against the floor. He flipped my suitcase over completely. The Columbia admission letter, my entire future, slid out. He stomped right onto it with his expensive leather shoes. "Get out. Now," he ordered coldly.

The heart monitor beeped erratically as Chloe thrashed, her manicured nails clawing helplessly at Zara’s iron grip. "Listen to me very carefully," Zara whispered, leaning in so close Chloe could see her own terrified reflection in Zara’s blue eyes. "You stole my life. You stole my husband. I let you have him because I thought he made a choice. But you didn't win him. You drugged him." "Zara... please..." Chloe choked out.

"This was planned from the beginning. Martha didn't mix us up by accident. She did it on purpose and even used witchcraft to mask our bloodlines so you'd never sense the truth." Vivienne looked worse than Martha now, her face twisted and her whole body trembling. "You... what did you do to them? You used witchcraft on them, didn't you?" She lunged toward my parents, screaming. "Mom, Dad, don't listen to her! I'm your daughter! She used the Exchange Crystal to steal your love for me!" But they looked at her like she was a stranger. "You stole Elara's identity for eighteen years, and now instead of being grateful you act like this? I can't believe we wasted our time on you."

Everyone on the terrace laughed when Mara Brennan slipped her room key into my fiancé’s jacket pocket. “Does she honestly think a room key will make Adrian overlook that face? The Morettis don’t take in damaged goods.” A second later, someone dumped a glass of wine over her head. Mara went still. I stepped in front of the cameras and offered her a handkerchief, but she shook me off. “Drop the saint act, Vivian. You just got luckier with your parents.” The next morning, I woke above an auto restoration shop, unable to lift my left shoulder. Raised scars ran along my neck. An old tablet lit up beside the bed. In the video, Mara kissed an emerald brooch, wearing my face. [That woman in New Orle

I was the ultimate Cinderella: a girl who married into a wealthy family. A drone proposal captivated the whole city. After the wedding, I was showered with designer goods, and my in-laws gave me a million dollars a month in spending money. My best friend, Sasha Lane, married the poorest man. She counted every penny, while her husband came home drenched in sweat from the construction site each day. Her eyes often filled with tears as she said, "Shayla, I wish I could have a life like yours." I smiled and said nothing. Then she made a wish to the genie in a magic lamp, and we really did swap souls. She cried as she apologized to me. "I'm sorry. I can't bear living with a man like him in that t

The day I get accepted into Westbridge University at 18 years old, my oldest sister, Claire Whitmore, secretly hides my acceptance letter. Why? Because she's finally found Ethan Whitmore, my twin brother who was separated from our family years ago. Heartbroken over everything he's supposedly suffered, Claire decides I owe him compensation and demands that I give him my place at Westbridge University. Of course I refuse. Claire slaps me across the face. "You've had everything handed to you your whole life! Is it really so much to ask you to give your brother this one thing?" Even Grace Bennett, the woman I've loved for three years, chooses Ethan over me. "I can't stand petty, self

"I'm just amazed you really called it. You really did become Russell Walker." He pulled out an agreement and handed it to me. "So that gift agreement you had me draw up—" I was about to discuss what to do about the assets I'd transferred earlier when my phone suddenly rang. I held up a hand, then answered it. Audrey's hysterical voice came through the phone. "Shane Hatcher, you bastard! Why didn't you tell me you had cancer? Did you know all along that I could swap your soul with Russell's? You murderer!"