Stolen Novels & Stories

A stolen credit card? Did I steal a credit card last night when I was drunk? I don’t remember--- Oh shit! Is he talking about the credit card the stranger because I won the bet? What the heck? I didn’t take it! “I don’t want to force you, Ms. Stolly. “Just come in peace.” “No! I’m not going with you! I didn’t steal anything! I didn’t!” “It was reported this morning, Ms.” “I swear I didn’t steal it! That guy gave it to me! I won the bet! “He gave it!”

The chase took a lot of time before they lost them. Diane stood by the waterfall, dressed in all black with big sunglasses and a nose mask to shield her identity. She was already getting agitated by their lateness, but Rosa kept her cool, knowing fully well that stealing Mr Smith’s corpse was to her own advantage; at least someone else had to finish what she started. Soon enough, a black van sped in; the driver kept staring at his rear before stopping. The two men alighted from the van and rushed over to where Diane was standing.

a store attendant called out, stopping in front of me. " Out latest edition of our green emerald is missing and we've received report that you stole it" " What?”

“The thief. They’ve been siphoning money straight from your accounts. It’s… it’s been happening for a while.” I felt my heart skip a beat. My mind was swirling, processing the words as they sank in. “How much?” “Ten million dollars,” he said bluntly, his voice low. “They’ve been draining it over the last few weeks, bit by bit, through the phone’s access. And it’s all been going unnoticed.” I felt my heart skip a beat. Such amount had been stolen from under my nose, and I had no idea. Ten million wasn’t just a number. It was shipments, payoffs, blood money. That kind of theft wasn’t just betrayal—it was war.

* * * * * * * * * * Just like any other day, I get up from my bed. My name is Alex Stones, a billionaire. I own several businesses around the country and even outside the country, so money is not a problem for me. All I want right now, that one thing I want so badly right now, is only Seline. If I manage to get her, my life will be perfect. I will be the happiest and the luckiest man on this planet.

The moment Cole finished explaining, Amelia burst out laughing. "Really? You just accept whatever baseless accusation someone throws around? Owning an exclusive VIP card signifies a distinguished status, there's no way such a prized possession could be stolen so effortlessly. Even if a thief managed to steal it, it would be discovered almost instantly. Anyway, it wouldn't require you to involve the police. Those reckless enough to steal it always pay a heavy price." Except, of course, for Amelia herself, the unrivaled master of theft. If she wanted to swipe something, it happened so smoothly that no one ever noticed, and catching her was impossible.

The heavy SUV sped away from the curb and disappeared into the dark city streets long before the first police sirens began to wail in the distance. Adrian pulled out his tablet, plugged the small drive into the port, and began scrolling through the stolen data. A satisfied, cruel smile touched his lips. He was completely engrossed in his victory. He had ruined his uncle, humiliated a cartel boss, and stolen highly classified leverage without firing a single shot.

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.”

"The person who deserved to hear that can no longer hear anything. Because of you, she lived her whole life without a clean identity. After she died, even a cemetery application was delayed because her records had already been stolen by you." Henry's shoulders trembled violently. From downstairs, sirens began to rise, one after another, growing closer.

I have crippling social anxiety, so online dating is the only kind of dating I can handle. The day I was reunited with my wealthy biological family, Flynn Davidson, the son they'd raised in my place, tearfully offered to give his engagement back to me. I quickly waved him off. "No, no. I'm good. I have a girlfriend." The moment the words left my mouth, several lines of text suddenly appeared in front of me. [I'm dying. The villain is turning down the engagement now, but just wait until he sees the heroine. He'll regret it immediately.] [The heroine only has eyes for the fake heir. This guy keeps shoving his chat history in her face and refuses to leave her alone.] [In the end, he drive