Stolen In Her Sleep Novels & Stories

"Then what's this? Sleeping pills. Found in your room. With your fingerprints all over them." It was a bluff, of course. But her face drained of color. Her body started to shake. I held up the vial, my voice rising. "This morning, my own sister brought me a cup of tea. To celebrate my big day, she said." "I drank it, and the world went black. When I woke up, I was locked in a hotel room." "And my wedding dress, my ring, my groom—she'd stolen them all!" The guests started whispering.

She had the knack for fragile smiles and whispered sorrows. A bitter smile twisted my lips. “Fine. I’ll do it. On one condition.” My father’s eyes narrowed. “What condition?” “On the day I am wed,” I said, my voice clear and cold in the still air. “Liana will stand before the guests. She will confess, publicly, that she stole my offering. That she lied.” He slammed his fist on the oak table, making the silver goblets jump. “You vicious girl! You would ruin your sister’s standing for this?!”

Thank heavens for the super speed. For days, she tried desperately to understand what it was they were discussing so much. She had tried…in subtle ways, to venture into a conversation that led to that, even when she saw the same diamond necklace on Lucien's desk, he never answered any of her questions. So, she stole it. Yea, she knew it was something he obviously treasured, so she set up a maid, the only maid who who was in charge of their room at the time. And while she had done her part of making the maid admit to stealing it, and of course, promising her something she could never refuse if she could bear the brunt of the repercussions.

“She didn’t stop me, when she noticed the pattern. She just stopped paying the fees. Grade three was my last day of school.” Eliana blinked, trying to picture the child he once was, a boy with no direction, left to himself. “I’m so sorry,” she said. He didn’t respond right away. His gaze seemed distant again. “Everything turned worse when she started stealing from her clients,” he continued. “Money, jewelry, whatever she could find while they were distracted.” He stopped talking for a while again. Then continued, “then one of them came one night, just before dinner. We were about to eat rice, she’d actually cooked rice that night.”

“Who let you borrow this?” “Hey,” she protested. “I need that to get back upstairs.” I slipped the card into the pocket of my basketball shorts. “Who let you borrow their card?” I asked louder than before. “No one.” She dipped her chin. “I stole it from Contessa.” “You stole it?” “Oh, come on. Like you’ve never committed crimes.” Murder. Theft. Bodily injury. Disposing of bodies. Blackmail. Fraud. The list went on.

The image of the child stayed sharp in her mind, and the whispers… they felt too real. By the third night, the dreams began to change. The moon in her vision cracked open like glass, and a dark mist poured out of it, wrapping around the child. When she jolted awake this time, she could still hear the faint echo — Draven’s name, carried on the air like a warning.

She must admit, she never laughed like that in a while and it was rather refreshing. She, then, looked at the paper and heaved a sigh. “What a perfect scheme they planned just to get me kicked out.” She returned her gaze to Lila and flashed a small smile. “How long was I asleep, by the way?” “Two days.” Nodding her head, she leaned on the headboard and locked her gaze at her own wanted portrait. “How did you find me?”

She is definitely going to be mine alone, I won't lose her to anyone else. I smoked a bit before falling asleep since this is what helps me fall asleep fast. I am not that deep of a sleeper though. I knew she was awake and opened my eyes a bit to see her looking around in confusion. I closed my eyes, but slightly open enough to see her dress up and run away. I guess she's back to her senses now. She actually doesn't want anything from me. I've caught a few girls stealing from me. This one just ran away without taking anything, I'm impressed. I heard a knock on the door, "Come in."

I stumbled my way into my bedroom and almost gasped,my bedroom was messed up,my bed was torn,my pillows were pieces,my closet was empty."who steal shitty clothes?" I yelled into the scattered and destroyed room kicking at the strewn pillow. I couldn't believe it,I should have known. those squatters where up to something mischievous,I should have done something about them earlier.This was what I got for my kindness? Jaden appeared in my bedroom doorway,frowning deeply,"the police are on their way you should take some pictures."

Saint and I had just gone there to keep an eye on our latest target, and after the day's job, we decided that having a good fuck won't be a bad idea. It was meant to be something casual, just to let off steam and stress, like we always do, but somehow, it went way above that. That mysterious woman did one of the things the people of that pack were good at... Stealing. She stole my fucking heart. My mind. My goddamn soul. When I woke up that morning, she was gone. I was disappointed, to say the least. But Saint's anger over his stolen wristwatch hijacked any chance I had to look for her. And we had to return to the pack first thing that morning to attend to an emergency.