Stole My Life Novels & Stories

I thought for a second, then said, "She's actually my biological sister. We were adopted by different families, and I want to see what her life is like now." In my last life, Nancy had caused Stephen and Linda to die a miserable death, and she'd stabbed me to death. She would be getting off easy if she just got beaten to death right now. I would make her pay for all the suffering we went through in our last life a hundredfold. I would make sure she was tortured to death in the cage that was the Quill family. [Something's off. Why is Nadia suddenly going to check on Nancy?] [Wait, can she see our comments or something?]

"I know how awful it sounds..." "It doesn't just sound awful, Aunt Carol, it is monstrous!" My voice broke, hot tears finally spilling over my cheeks. "You stole my life! You decided, all on your own, that what Luca and I felt was too shameful to exist, so you buried it! Do you have any idea what it feels like to live with that same dirty, shameful look from strangers your whole life, only to find out my own flesh and blood felt it too? Strong enough to destroy my entire future without ever giving me a choice?!"

I'd just finished my SAT when I got the news. On the day I got my acceptance letter, I was working at a private club. Grandma Anne's medical bills were still nowhere near covered, and I'd already told myself I wouldn't be going to college. That night, a bunch of older women cornered me in one of the private rooms. They doused me with alcohol and tore at my clothes. I fought like crazy, but I couldn't get a sound out. Just then, Elyssa burst through the door. She ordered her guards to throw those women out and covered my nearly naked body with her jacket.

"Fiona, enjoy your 'modeling' career. Maryann, keep suffocating Ethan. You guys want to follow her? Go ahead. But don't you dare come crying to me when she starts burning your lives down, too." I walked out of that office without looking back. I didn't cry. I was past crying. As I marched down the hallway, the stares of other students felt like needles, but I didn't flinch. The "Golden Girl" was dead. They had stripped me of my crown, my friends, and my future. They thought they had left me with nothing. But they forgot that when you take everything away from someone, you also take away their fear. I wasn't going to wait for a miracle. I wasn't going to wait for my parents to wake up or for

Austin grabbed the passbook and the password notebook before hurriedly leaving the apartment, never looking back. Mom finally got to her feet, looking at Dad's eyes that were wide open even in his death. Yet, her first reaction was a sigh of relief. "It's better off if he's dead anyway. I'll get to save a lot of money on food and his meds every month now." … After stealing the passbook from Mom and Dad, Austin immediately made his way to the bank to withdraw the money. However, the bank staff immediately grew suspicious of him—he looked extremely flustered, was attempting to withdraw a large sum of money, and had entered the wrong PIN several times. They ultimately called the police.

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.

Since birth, my parents have been using a pain-transfer system on me, leaving my body covered in scars. It's all because my older sister, Luna Carter, has albinism and an unusually severe sensitivity to sunlight. Even brief exposure can cause serious damage to her skin. The doctor predicts she won't make it past 16. However, Luna loves to play and often sneaks outside, leaving her skin festering. Dad works tirelessly and finally earns enough money to buy us two pain-transfer wristbands. For six years, all the pain Luna suffers from sun exposure is transferred to me. "Stella, I'm sorry. I just want Luna to be happy in her final days. My good girl, Stella," Mom says as she holds me and gen

His smile always made me feel some things in my stomach; I wondered why he didn't smile often because I was going to be a cheerful person. "I do not know what you're going to say but I'm listening, please enlighten me." "Let us just go with the flow and call it our ‘Stolen Moments’, on these stolen moments we should get to know each other even if it's not deep just the little things you want to throw in the conversation so that I know you. We will get there, I mean to the bigger things later on. I'm open to telling you about my life if you don't want to know about my love for you then it's fine we can just have a list of things to talk about and have fun."

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"Living a life that doesn't even belong to you. It must have been so hard for you to live on another's name. Cheating, huh? Your name is tarnish and no one will believe a person like you... just what if." He raised his eyebrows at what I said but still kept the smile on his lips. "What if?" "What if I also spread to the internet what you did to me? You fucked my ex girlfriend just to steal the company, that you went behind your Step-brother just to steal something that doesn't even belong to you," I said and grinned. I saw his eyes darken but I was not afraid. "You! No one will believe you! Who would believe a person who we killed before, huh? The whole internet knows that you killed yoursel