Stole My Life Novels & Stories

I was allowed to answer him because I wanted to. I was allowed to put my phone down when I was finished. I was allowed to choose. For now, that was enough. I returned to my registration list and continued working until every page was complete. Tomorrow would bring more lessons, more responsibilities, and probably another argument with my sister. But tonight, I had done something useful for myself. And I was beginning to understand that rebuilding my life would not happen through one dramatic decision. It would happen through hundreds of small ones. One boundary. One opportunity. One choice at a time.

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

I was supposed to be nothing more than a doomed side character in someone else's story. After I woke up to the truth, though, I became the male lead's best friend instead—and ended up with the wealthy girl who had always loved him, leaving him free to live happily ever after with the school's golden girl. Ten years later, though, he made a very public announcement that he was single and back in town. Then, in the old class group chat that had been inactive for a long time, he sent two messages. [I'm back. We should all get together sometime.] [@Whitney Charlton, you'll be there, right?] The group chat exploded instantly. After all, everyone still remembered the golden boy we had known b

Woah this shit is taking him to prison. Hector's face turned as white as paper. And suddenly as if a wild beast possessed him, he pounced on Zack. His face now changed to red in anger. "I have trusted you. Given you a lavish lifestyle which a lowlife like you never deserved. I transferred my shares to you because you want to get that bitch. Now she comes and smiles at you, you are throwing everything that I gave you away." He pointed his finger at me, throwing death glares my way.

However, his tone suddenly shifted. "I have a bad habit. I enjoy the thrill of stealing," he confessed. "My life is a meticulously crafted timetable. From what I'll eat to the path I'll take, every aspect has been planned out for the next ten years. One day, I witnessed someone slipping a loaf of bread into their pocket at a convenience store. It triggered an adrenaline rush, and I couldn't resist the temptation to imitate it. It felt like an intangible sword hanging over me, ready to strike at any moment—the thrill, the nervousness, the excitement—it stimulates every fiber of my being. I slowly found myself stealing more often and even got caught a few times, so I’ve learned to be more caut

How can we go out from this room? I am afraid I could not do that. "Someone is stealing my name. Together with my lifestyle. What should I do mom?" I asked to my mother who is looking at me hopeless. "We cannot do something for now." She said sadly. I closed my eyes. It has been what? I am eager to get my life back. What should I do? I hope Jessica is finding me. I hope she would report what is happening. But in the second thought, how she can do that if there is someone out there pretending to be me. How fuck up life could be? I was living my life doing great things. Doing something right. Not until that information that it turns my life into a challenging one.

“Elena, I need you to trust me. I'm not going to hurt you and you know it” I slowly looked up at him and nodded. “Yeah. Since birth” I muttered. He was still holding my hand and tears welled up in my eyes. Everyone left. No one wanted to be associated with a kleptomaniac. It wasn't my fault. The impulse to steal, I didn't want it. I also wanted a normal life but my condition wouldn't let me, sometimes I wasn't even in control of myself until when I had stolen something and most times I forgot what I had even stolen by the time I had snapped out of it. That was my life and I had decided to just get used to it.

‍"The⁠n why are​n't the polic‌e kicking down my door?" "‌Bec​ause‌ that’s bori⁠ng," she purred. "And be⁠caus‍e I want to make you a dea‌l." "I d‌o not make deal⁠s with thiev‍es." "You're the thi‍ef, L​orenzo. You stole my‍ company‍. You‍ stole my life. I just t​ook it⁠ back. But.​.. I'm willing to be generous."

However, I could not figure out how she had pulled it off. My parents had always favored Chloe, and it was only right before the college entrance exam that their attitude toward me suddenly changed, showering me with all the best food and care. I had been so touched at the time, but looking back, it all had to be connected somehow. I hated them, and I could not let it go, so in the end, I took my life in prison. Since fate had given me a second chance, I swore I would make sure Chloe paid for everything she had done.

Instead, I went straight to a phone shop, got a new SIM card, snapped the old one in half, and tossed it into the trash. Maybe I should've been grateful Ian never went with me to register our marriage. Otherwise, getting a divorce now would've been a real headache. I logged into the backend of the platform where my songs had been uploaded. After trying every method I could think of, I finally managed to change the verification to 'Composer, Lexi Collins,' and I updated the profile picture as well. Then I posted a statement. 'My account was previously accessed and used without permission by my younger sister. I have now regained control. I hope she will return the songs I personally created.