Stole My Life Novels & Stories

I have a congenital heart defect, and the doctors say I won't make it past 18. When I am ten, my parents bring home a blind child, saying she is my twin sister, Everly Wallace. My family spoils me rotten, but they treat Everly like a ghost. Everyone says Everly exists only to give me her heart. I try so hard to be good to this sister who shares my face, desperate to ease my guilt. When I reach 18, I lie on the operating table. Except they don't take my heart. They take my corneas. I die after that, while Everly finally sees the light.

Ariana’s POV. “I don’t understand what is going on,” I said, hurt enveloping my chest. She stepped close to me with a smirk. “You’re about to understand soon enough. Did you think that you could steal my dad away from me and try to enter into my world easily?” “What?” I whispered. I was horrified. This wasn’t what I was expecting. This wasn’t the Blair I constantly stalked on the television. I couldn’t believe that she called me ghetto, and thought that I wanted to steal her life.

And let me go, too. At the bottom of his post, he attached a screenshot of a chat history. I tapped on it. They were messages supposedly from me to Noelle. "If you dare steal him from me, I'll make sure you never walk a runway again for the rest of your life. "Since I'm the one who got you to where you are today, I can destroy you just as easily." In fact, those messages weren't from me. I had never said anything like that to Noelle.

SIA POV " Lifa, you don't want to do this" I inform her shaken, but I compose myself to not show it. " Shut up bitch" She yells as she slowly walks towards me "All my life you have stolen everything from me. Firstly my father's love, my inheritance, my mate and now the life I always wanted" She says with tears eyes " What are you talking about? I have stolen nothing from you" I inform " Of course you have, you stole dad's love from day one, and even when he died, he left you everything, and what did I get chicken change" She complains acrimoniously

"It's because I don't have a choice, Julius. Yes, my name is Selena. That was the name I bore from childhood. And then when I was sixteen years old, I lost my family, and I was forced into prostitution. I lived a terrible life. I got pregnant, and I couldn't save my baby. I lost my will to live and then Drew saved me. At the time, I didn't know he was involved with the mafia. He pretended to be a nice person, and I thought my life was going to get better.

He turned to look at me and I lost it! “Excuse me? Do you think I lived in luxury? Did you listen to a damn word I told you?!” I jumped up, storming over to him. With my hands on my hip, it felt as if I had lost all control. “We are basically treated like their damn sex slaves!” His eyes grew wide and I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. “We protect them, and make their children,” I sighed and stepped away from him. “Before you came and kidnapped me, I was fine with my life! I was happy! I had stuff I was looking forward to! Now!” I walked over to the window in my room and looked out at the forest. “Now, I don’t know anymore.”

Just gone. But I knew better. Those papers weren’t just numbers and lists. They were my lifeblood records of shipments, black-market contracts, the bribes I’d paid to keep certain elders loyal. Without them, my empire looked spotless from the outside, but a single whisper, a single leak, and it would all burn. Until finally, a whisper reached me. A single thread of truth. It wasn’t an accident. It was theft. A knife slipped under my ribs Mia. She had stolen them.

I was sure of it. But how? How had she stolen such a massive amount? The bank president, George Stewart, arrived soon after and wasted no time pulling up the surveillance footage. The moment the screen flickered on, Alfie and Demi fell silent, their sobs turning into shaky breaths. Seeing a clue to follow, Alfie and Demi finally stopped crying and turned to the screen with everyone else. The moment the thief's face became clear, every gaze instinctively shifted toward me. A chilling numbness spread through my body, and I could no longer stop myself from trembling. The thief was still me.

“But promises are just lies, aren’t they? Hopes. I believed them. Used people. Destroyed lives to get what I wanted. And when I didn’t get it, I took it. Even when it was wrong.” I paused, my voice faltering for a moment. Was I really admitting my faults? Or just pretending I cared? “I even stole a child. His name was Owen, from his mother… Lauren.” His body tensed, but I didn’t stop. “I took her life, her love, everything, and I never felt bad. I thought I deserved it. And in a way…” I choked. “I still do. I’m bitter. Jealous. And I don’t know if I’ve grown from it or if I’d do it all again just to win.” I sighed. “That’s why I’m here. Rightfully so, even if I hate them.”

I've just been buried in bed, eating fries and chicken. I hate my life. I hate everything about my life. I poured my heart and soul into that gown only for it to be stolen. Never to be seen again. The police said that it's a case of robbery. Robbers broke into the studio and stole the expensive dress. It was full of diamonds. Ofcourse it would get stolen.