Stole My Life Novels & Stories

I didn't hesitate to invade his privacy, when I checked and found his door unlocked. Now, staring at these beauties, I decided I was going to steal one of them for myself. Luciano was the first to steal my life away. Stealing one of these priceless jewels in return, would never come close to what he did. Moments after I pressed the keys repeatedly to find my own priceless jewels, my eyes caught the sleek red one in the back with the blinking headlights. “Wow,” I breathed as I stepped close to the gorgeous thing and swiped my palms across it. “You're perfect for me.”

"Every research note, all the experiments log and every piece of data. I need everything." "That could take days to compile." "Then start now, because I'm about to tell you things about Claudia Hart's operation that will make your current case look like jaywalking. But first, I need to know what they did to me, all of it." He nodded slowly. "I'll see what I can do." As he walked away, I looked back at my phone, at the frozen image of eight-year-old me, screaming on that table. They stole my entire life. My memories, my childhood. The most painful? They took my identity.

Then she whispered, so only I could hear: “So what if I stole your design? Marco believes me, not you. You’re just a useless cripple. You and that monster Jude deserve each other. But… what if that monster, like Marco, believes you spent your year in Switzerland getting an abortion? How do you think he’ll torture you then?” My pupils shrank. It felt like a giant hand was crushing my heart. “What did you say?” “The truth, according to Marco,” she hissed, her smile turning nasty. “While he was badly hurt, you pretended to be recovering in Switzerland, but you were really taking his money to shack up with some other guy. You even got pregnant and had it scraped out… Tsk, tsk. Marco was so disgu

I made that mistake a few times and almost got shot by a street gang last year, when this girl Tally told them I stole her drugs, the same drugs she shot up her veins. And the fourth, and this is an important one, never steal. Many of us do, well most. I did it one time, just once, to a kid 2 years ago. I was fucking cold and hadn't eaten for days. I saw him stash a ten in the front pocket of his hoody and thought fuck it. I got the hoody, but only after he beat the fuck out of me. It turned out he was only short and was actually 17.

Thought he loved me. Now? I just wanted him to burn. Robin got it. Her voice turned ice-cold. "Bryson Schubert, instead of groveling, maybe think about what it means to illegally rip out someone's organ. And that fake, stuck-up girl next to you? The one who pretended to be sick to steal my sister's kidney? You might wanna ask if she's ready for what's coming." None of this was buried. A couple clicks and the truth would blow wide open. Robin didn't even have to try.

After I had paid her back, Holly had tossed aside her college dreams to chase fortunes in Eastbridge City, diving headfirst into the stock market. She thought she would strike it rich with her so-called previous life's wisdom, but the stock market was no child's play. She ended up broke, swallowed her pride, and returned home by train. Our parents urged her to settle down with any bachelor in town, but Holly's spirit was too wild for that. She left, only to resurface in a grim human trafficking scandal. Anthony's army buddy recognized her cries for me and reached out. When I saw her, her eyes pleaded for rescue, but some chains were too heavy for one person to break.

Blurb I did something stupid. Something needlessly, hopelessly, stupid, and now my past is catching up with me. I knew when I saw that cash I should have left it alone, but I needed it. And doesn’t the world owe me a little bit of luck? A little reprieve from the constant BS? Sorry. I can’t help but to rant about my situation because the truth is that I am royally screwed. You see, I stole money from the mob. One stupid decision made in the heat of the moment and now I’m running for my life.

he said. Liora couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t a nightmare. This was real. Her parents had just admitted that she had been laundering money using the company as a front and that she had stolen 200 billion; her sister and best friend had just told the world that she had killed someone; and the love of her life had also admitted to knowing everything.

I thought Isabella would just disappear. I was wrong. She wasn't done yet. One day, Marco handed me a tablet. "You need to see this," he said, his voice cold. "The absolute shamelessness of it." I looked down. An anonymous post was making the rounds on the dark web forums and private channels our world lived on. The title was simple: She Stole My Life. It was a long, sob story about her supposed "tragic life." She claimed I bullied her since we were kids, using my status as the adopted one to gain sympathy and steal everything that was hers.

The man chuckled weakly. “He still wants her.” Dominic’s voice turned cold. “I’m aware.” The man leaned forward as much as the ropes allowed. “You stole something that belonged to him.” Dominic stood slowly. “That’s where you’re wrong.” He stepped closer. “She was never his to begin with.” The man shook his head. “You don’t understand.” Dominic’s gaze sharpened. “Then explain it to me.” The man hesitated. Victor crossed his arms. “You should talk,” he said. “Your life depends on it.”