Stole My Life Novels & Stories

"Nice dress. Did my mother's money pay for that too? Or did you steal it from my closet, like you stole everything else?" "I didn't steal anything from you," I said. My voice was quiet, but it didn't shake. "You stole my life, you little fake," Vanessa said. She said it loud enough for the whole room to hear. "You stole my name. You stole my fiancé. You stole my place in this family. And now you're trying to steal my parents." Somebody gasped at the next table. A woman in pearls leaned over to whisper to her friend.

I had the top score in the state and got into Northbridge University. Then I waited for my official acceptance packet. And waited. Summer ended, and it still hadn't come. The day before classes started, I finally decided to go to the university myself and find out what had happened. I had barely stepped outside when Claire Vale, my childhood friend, grabbed my arm. "Miles, don't go." "Why don't you take a year off and reapply? You could do it with Dylan." I turned to her, confused. "I spent three years working for a 1590 SAT score. Why should I repeat a year with someone who barely scored 800?" The silence was suffocating. Just as I lost patience and turned to leave, Claire finally

My dormmate, Mona Joyce, is notorious for always enabling her younger brother, Matthew Joyce. For Matthew's sake, she lives on bread and water just so she can send all her side income back home to him. Everyone says that she has it rough and has been dealt a bad hand by fate. Yet, she only ever steals from me, not anyone else. She stole my skincare products and gave them to Matthew's girlfriend. She stole my tablet so that Matthew could use it for his university entrance exam. Every time she was discovered, she would cry her heart out. In my past life, everyone would advise me to be the bigger person every time I wanted to make a police report. "You're doing well for yourself, so wha

My mom stole my dad's name and his status as the top-ranked student in the state, then gave them to her childhood sweetheart. From then on, the two thieves soared to the top. One was admitted to Ashford University and went on to become a computer science professor at one of the country's top universities. The other attended Westbridge University and became a nationally recognized expert in education. … Meanwhile, my dad was left without a legal identity, spending his entire life scraping by through odd jobs and backbreaking labor. Years later, I inherited his talent and founded a leading AI technology company, making a name for myself in the industry. Potential partners were constantl

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.

I stammered out, shifting nervously on the couch where I sat watching the news. “Oh, come on Hillary, let’s put off the pretense. You know exactly who I am, you man thief. You stole my man from me, you ruined my perfect plans. And guess what honey, I couldn’t steal him back from you no matter how hard I try. You had your claws rooted deep within him, making it virtually impossible to get him away from you. That is why I turned a blind eye when his death was being plotted.

In the business world, he had many enemies who wanted to acquire the land in Manhattan for various reasons and the birthday party gave them an excuse to come inside the villa and try to steal things from there. Her mother informed her that they were not able to take anything because as soon as her Grandfather had come out of the library the security guards had seen him and they went inside to check and they had found those hooligans stealing things from the safe. They were handed over to the police but the damage had already been done. as her father was lying in the operation theater fighting for his life. Isabella was too disturbed to check on her phone and she did not realize that Nathan h

I stole three big candles before exiting the store. I wish the rest of my life was as easy as getting away with stealing. I was more useless than ever in therapy. I wasn't even really listening or making snarky comments about everyone else. "Jovie," Nelson stated. "When was the last time you stole?" I looked at my wrist as though there was a watch there. "Thirty minutes ago." Hobbs looked at me. "Jovie, you stole from the candle shop?" "Yep," I smiled. "It's why my bag smells so good."

the only modern thing in her living room. Her life is a real mess... She lived in student accommodation with old furniture that barely held up and She just got fired for putting a client in her place... Which was unfair. She had complained about this same customer for more than 3 times but her boss was always telling her that the customer was king and she should avoid coming near him but as always She was on duty at that customer's table . When she decides to revolt, she was fired. It was sad but it was her reality. Her biggest regret is not having had the courage to revolt sooner...

After my mom died, stealing was the only thing I took onto as my livelihood, and the fact that I had no family aside from my late mother made me live a carefree life. Once again, days ago, I learnt that there would be an event at the Anglican Church today, and I bet my life on the event. I had dreamed of living a more notable life if I should be able to come back with a lot of riches. I intended to attend the charity event as a high-profile lady—hence stealing an expensive dress so I could blend in—and that way I could steal even more expensive properties. Shaking my head and dismissing the thoughts that were swirling within, I looked at my reflection for the last time in the mirror and I sm