Stole My Life Novels & Stories

Unique, I would say. Back to the one who made me trust him, love him, breathe, and live for him. Back to the one who gave me an extraordinary life that only lasted three years. Three wonderful years that ended with him crushing my heart. Everything between us collapsed in a moment. Back to him... I had to go back to him. For my son... I had to go back. Back to the Alpha, who stole my life. "It’s your wolf!"

Jane shuddered, and she blurted, "You had someone follow me?" "Tch, guess you have some brains, after all." Jane's expression contorted, and then she suddenly gave a silent and tragic laugh… She knew it. There was no way Sean Stewart would let her go so easily. All of a sudden, she turned around and looked at the cabbie, saying slowly, "Mister, you were asking me what I stole from him to warrant such a witch hunt, right?" She slowly met the cabbie's gaze. "It was a life. I stole a woman's life. I killed the woman he loved the most." Jane gradually pointed at Sean before turning her finger back to herself. "I killed my best friend."

she said dismissively. "Hold on! What do you mean you're not doing paychecks anymore?" "I'm ready to join you" "What? Stop playing with me" Olivia says chuckling. It was no news that Olivia was into the business of trading her body for money. That was the only way that she could afford to own a big house in the city and a Porsche truck. "Olivia, I'm not. That weird lady humiliated me and everything I live for, simply because I worked as a janitor. I'm tired of all that shit"

He watched her gasp for breathe to his satisfaction before releasing her, kimberly coughed out furiously. "You thought I wouldn't notice? How dumb." "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do it but I had no choice, my mom... "Enough!" He cut her off angrily. "You will pay back every single dime you stole from me." "I will, I promise, Just give me some time please," she pleaded.

"I'm Linda Jones, friend, and owner of this place. I'm so glad Tabitha lives here, and I'm not lonely anymore. Keith shooking Linda's hand and then looked at Linda, and he was mesmerized by her size and how friendly she was. "Tabitha, introduce me to this hot man before I black out. He looks like a movie star! Who is he?" Linda could never hold herself wise when she has something in mind, and she talks to the point. Tabitha created a plausible lie and stammered out something close to the truth. "This... this... uh... my brother-in-law. Yes... My late husband's brother."

“I didn’t see it and I didn’t take it. I swear in my life that I’m not a thief.” “And how do you expect me to believe you when all you’ve done is try to climb your way to the top?” She chastised. “I know what you are and I chose to help you but this is how you repay me? By stealing my birthday gift? If you wanted a gift, you could have said it and I would have gladly given you something but stealing from me? That’s so wrong! How could you!” A drop of tears slipped down my cheek. “I swear I didn’t steal it. I swear on my life. I never saw it so I didn’t take it and I don’t steal. Please believe me.”

After I hung up, curiosity got the better of me. What does it actually look like when karma hits back? I started scrolling through articles on Rose and Jack. Headline after headline lit up my screen: [Top Healer Exposed for Fraud—Fall from Grace] [Celibate Professor Cheats with Pregnant Sister-in-Law] [Jack Sterling: Esteemed Scholar or Privileged Manipulator] Clicked one. Images loaded. Rose was wrecked—living in the slums. No clinic would touch her after the family disowned her. Her apartment door was tagged with "homewrecker" and "shameless thief."

"I guess even fate couldn't take it anymore. It just so happened that the syringe used on Carl was previously used by a patient with AIDS. He got stabbed in the neck. By the time the test results came back, it was too late to prevent transmission by taking medication. "He's gone mad now, and those greedy parents of his also spend all their time bemoaning everything." Briefly dazed, Angela replied, "None of this has anything to do with me now. I don't hate them. It's not because I've forgiven them, but because I have my own life to live now." It had only been a little over a year, but when she recalled the past sacrifices she'd made for Carl, it felt as if everything had occurred in a previou

Ethan and Rachel stole my life, my job, my home. This isn’t charity; it’s compensation for their sins, maybe this was him officially letting me go but at least I gained something from the Blackwood.

And just like that, I was back there again. Brenda, stealing my life, piece by piece. In my last life, she'd pulled this exact stunt—on her birthday, no less. She'd dressed up as me, invited everyone to my house, and Miranda had erased every trace of me, swapping in Brenda's things to make her look like the Sinclair heiress. I'd been stupid back then. I let it slide, thought she deserved to enjoy her day. Sisterly love or whatever. That was the beginning of the end.