Stolen In Her Sleep Novels & Stories

“You stole it, didn’t you?” That made me pause. Stealing? I pulled my hand slightly, but she held tighter. “I said let go,” I said calmly. She didn’t. Instead, she yanked me harder. “You think I don’t know?” she said. “You don’t have access to anything this valuable. You stole it and now you’re hiding it here like a rat.” I tried to free my hand again, but she shoved me back. My back hit the edge of the table before I lost balance completely and fell to the floor.

" Her love? What a joke. Ever since she offended Mr. Shaw, her company had been under pressure from all sides. It was on the verge of collapse. Why she came looking for me now was obvious. I spoke calmly, "You didn’t come to me out of love. Your company is about to go under, and you need someone to clean up the mess. Stop dressing it up as something noble." She was then taken away. I thought that after spending a few days behind bars, she might rein herself in a little. I was wrong. She became even more unhinged. She actually kidnapped my niece, Lily Reed, and sent me a threatening message. "Lucas, my parents want to see you. I promise that as long as you meet them, Lily will return to you u

Not to defile them. As she was. She rolled away from the bed and tugged at the edges of her bedspread—slowly, miserably—searching the wrinkles. No smear on the wooden floor. No drawer pulled from the square. No hair ruffled. A clever burglar. An inside job. Someone who knew she was too vain to scream, too polite-tongued to yell. Her fingers brushed the edge of the page she’d started earlier. The one labeled: > Theft – Set-Up, Phase One

“She has a purpose while she told you that, and I will know it soon.” Afterward, they hurriedly go to the room where his father was admitted. She saw her mother there. Kirsten walked towards her to talk about what had happened to his dad. Kirsten found out that her dad was drunk while driving, which is why he is in this situation. He got many bruises on her body, and he was still unconscious. “Where’s Scarlet?” Kirsten asked her mother when she noticed her excellent sister wasn’t there. “I don’t know where she is. I’ve been contacting her, but she was unattended. Maybe, she’ll answer my calls tomorrow.”

I squeaked. I truly felt sorry. I hadn't orchestrated the baby-switching incident, but I did reap the benefits. Rhianne appeared last and immediately spoke up. "That's okay, as long as you're back. I've been so worried these past few days! It's Ives and Jeff's fault; I even told them to look for you." Over the past few days, she had been scrambling to learn how to play the role of a proper heiress. Anyhow, years of malnutrition had left her looking out of place.

I felt something warm, strong and big pressed against my waist. My eyes snapped open. I immediately scanned my enviroment. The room wasn’t mine. White sheets, bland walls, the smell of a hotel. My pulse spiked as I looked down. A large hand was resting against my skin, not moving. I began to panic. I put a hand over my mouth, choking back a scream. I was in bed. Half-naked. Only my underwear. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Kathryn. You blacked out. You got wasted. You probably slept with some random creep. This is exactly how nightmare stories start.

She slowly lifted her face from the floor and stood to her feet, her head still hanging low. “Turn to the people and let them see the shame you have brought upon yourself..” The poor girl turned around and our eyes met. She stared at me with unspoken apologies and I almost felt pity for her. Her eyes were bloodshot and tear rimmed. “Tell everyone the evil you have done!” She paused and recollected her words before speaking. “I… I stole a valuable item from his majesty’s inner study and planted them in lady Amanda’s chambers. I didn’t think she’d get caught..” Her shaky voice echoed.

I couldn't sleep in the early hours of the morning, I was thinking of him. I entered the closet and took my favorite blanket. I remember the last time I went to his room, sneaked into his room, and stole one blanket of his. I did not like to think that I was a thief, I was just a lady in distress. That one strong move was what got me through dreary nights when I was away from him. His cologne was still attached to the blanket, a very strong sense of it was what I normally inhale on most nights.

She was so fucking sleeping all through the process, like what kind of a lady sleeps with no reserve or fear. You would think she had gone into a trance or something. I changed her clothes and wore her pajamas, she was sleeping in a way that even if she was to be kidnapped she would be unaware, infact even if a train was to pass by here, the noise won't still wake her up. But maybe it's was because she's comfortable with me. She looks so at peace in her sleep and I thought I could use the opportunity to sought through my closet. I returned some minutes past and found a shocking sight in front of me, Lilac was crying and gripping the bedspread.

Fractures AVA'S POV Ava couldn't sleep. The mansion was silent, but her mind refused to rest. Every word Dominic had said replayed in her head like a broken record. Auction. Bounty. Men hunting her. And the most terrifying part of all, Her parents knew. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the faint moonlight pouring through the tall windows. Her entire life had been a lie. She had thought marrying Dominic was the worst thing that could happen to her.