Stolen In Her Sleep Novels & Stories

"That's impossible! I never took a thing!" "Then how do you explain them finding it on your bed, hidden inside your mattress, Sylvia? I am sorry, but you will be taken into custody so you can be properly interrogated," Rosemary says, shaking her head. Sadness enveloped her face, and I could tell she was hurt by this too. She has always liked me for my hardworking skills. My voice cracks as I desperately plead with Rosemary, "I swear on my life! I've never stolen anything—never! This isn't me. You have to believe me!" I plead with her until she can see the fear in my eyes and hear the desperation in my words.

I have a secret: my "sister" and I share the same body. During the day, I'm the timid, cowardly younger sister. Whenever something frightens me, she steps in and handles it. At night, after I fall asleep, she takes control. It was the perfect balance between us, until we each fell in love with someone different. I fell for a college athlete who once saved me. She fell for an untouchable heir from the city's most powerful family. We had a terrible fight. "Why won't you give me back my life? I wish you'd disappear for good!" I hurled the cruelest words I could at her. And then she really did disappear. I thought I was finally free. But when a secret from ten years ago came to light, I understo

I grabbed her leg, which felt like an icicle, and placed it over my legs, warming it with my hands. I fell asleep in a matter of minutes. Her scent, her body on mine—it was so damn relaxing. When I woke up, she was still sleeping on my chest. I watched her sleep; she looked cute. I so badly wanted to touch her, but it would wake her up and I didn't want to ruin this moment. "Where is she?" a voice from the hallway said. "She has a tracking device, idiot. Just use it." My dad said. "Dad, she’s with me." I said, mindlinking him. I didn’t want to get her into any trouble.

Or the night after. How could I? I didn't even bother calling, or checking on her. Maria supplied me all the reports I needed. Caterina sent me a message on the second day. "Where are you, Luca? I need to take the edge off." I didn't reply. Instead, I sat beside a white-coated man in a secret underground lab, staring at a small pile of the crushed powder in a plastic dish under UV light. I had stolen the purse from her that night when she was asleep.

"She was his mistress for eighteen months, helped him launder money through various charity foundations. Then she got greedy, skimmed half a million from one of his accounts, and disappeared." "And Kozlov doesn't forgive theft," Luca said grimly. "No," Matteo agreed. "He's been looking for her ever since. That's why she's been so careful about maintaining her false identity, why she moves in circles where Kozlov doesn't typically operate. She's been hiding in plain sight among wealthy socialites who would never associate with arms dealers." Luca processed this new information, its implications spreading like poison through his understanding of the situation. "So when I kidnapped Sienna..."

Think Ben! “I saw you guys carrying her in here. There were two of you.” She accuses letting her head turn viciously around looking for either Madelaine or Achille or both. Fuck! Now the only option was to kill her. "I heard you talking about what you were going to do with her and I wanted to help… help her.” She clarifies as she removes her head from under the bed where apparently people like us hide unconscious girls nowadays.

Curled against the wall. Asleep. She'd slept here. All night. On the cold stone floor. Outside my room. My chest tightened. Was I that hideous? That monstrous? That she couldn't even stay in the same room? Had to sleep outside like a dog? Then another fragment of memory hit. Me. Grabbing her. Biting her. Her screaming. Fuck. I bent down. Lifted her carefully. She was light. Too light. Had she eaten? Her head fell against my chest. Still asleep. Exhausted.

And so, he made the smart decision, grabbed the key which was by the door, slotted it in and turned it before turning the door knob. Walking into the room, he could see the stripper lying on the bed, deeply asleep and her back turned away from him. She was in pajamas, the same ones which his mother had worn a lot. And, she was very thick, too. Gio sneered and proceeded to go closer to the bed. When he got as close to her as one could without mounting the bed, he cocked the gun and pointed it at her, and at that moment, she stirred. ***** Mercedes had been sleeping rather peacefully and dreaming of unicorns and rainbows when she heard a gun getting cocked behind her. This one sound reminded h

A suspicion settled in my stomach. Slowly, I pressed down the handle. The door creaked open. I stepped inside. “Selene, we need to talk.” The snoring continued. Too loud. Too deliberate. I walked forward and yanked the blanket away. Immediately. “I know you're not sleeping,” I groaned. Her body stiffened slightly. “Why would you do that?” “Do what?” she asked while pretending confusion. “We perceived you, Selene.” “Perceived?” Her eyes widened dramatically.

She picked up a handbag and walked over to me with a smile. "Juliette Claude, right? Well, even though you tried to steal the bed I wanted, I don't want things between us to get too ugly. Here, you can have this handbag. I know you're poor. If you sell off the bag, you can at least afford some decent meals with the money." I was completely taken aback to see the way she was twisting the truth around like that. "You're the one who attempted to steal my bed, Vanessa. I still have the photos I took this morning after setting up the bed. Do you need me to show them to you?"