Stolen Novels & Stories

I burst out laughing and was glad that I had just swallowed the food in my mouth or it would have looked pretty ridiculous! “Why would I tell you anything?” I hissed. I had enough of this ridiculous game. That was why I didn’t specialize in intelligence! I didn’t have the patience for it! “You kidnapped me. Admitted that you have been stealing information from my home, and what? All so you could do what? Kill my family?! My people!” I was up on my feet by now, screaming at the top of my lungs. My eyes darted back and forth to look for any possible exits. He might be strong, but I knew I could be faster if I just knew which way to go!

he said before pulling an item from his pants and then pointing it directly at my head. As I looked at the small circle in its center, I began to tremble. I nearly wanted to pee because I was anxious. "Give me the money back. The playtime is over, Mariana." I closed my eyes and then spoke. "I told you, it was stolen! The m-money was stolen!"

Sorry to bother you but I need of you. Hamish still said nothing. The young woman's voice was far too pleasant to his ears. He would spend a whole day listening to her speak. * It's the Jakhyie family... Please come and get me. I'm scared and I don't even understand what they're saying since I don't speak the language so when you get this message... And shit, I forget I'm on call. Annabella? Annabella, are you there?* Hamish licked his lips... * Good evening, it's not Annabella. She forgot her phone...* he blurted out in a hoarse voice.

I argue. He arches a brow, and this time, when his gaze lifts from his phone, it finds me once more. “No. You see, Mercy: when someone steals from me, regardless of whether the money finds its way back into my hands, they owe me twice as much plus 50% interest compounded daily for each day that it’s missing.” What..? With the phone in his hand, he waves it at me. “You’re smart,” he says. “Dime muñeca."

He asked me and I stared at him with a questioning look on my face. "Do you not recognize her or you do but you have no interest in hearing what I have to say?" I questioned. "The thief?" He said, sounding almost harsh. "She said she returned the money," I told him. "After three days. She works for the financing department and she thought it was okay to steal money from the company. The head of the department had put her in charge that day and then she took advantage and stole the money and the head of the department had to face consequences for it if he doesn't give a report of how that huge amount of money went missing and then three days later the money was back so who do you think would

Amounts that shouldn’t be missing. I didn’t move. I didn’t react— at least not outwardly. But inside, something cold and hard had settled in my chest. Then I saw the total, finalized at the bottom of the screen. $170,000,000. Gone. Not in one move. Not even in a coordinated sequence. Just scattered in fragments, hidden in plain sight. Someone had stolen from me. Repeatedly. And whoever had done this, was a very smart thief. The operations were slow, deliberate and carefully planned.

"She's wanted. We have reason to believe she came through this territory." "What makes you think that?" "Her car was found abandoned on the border. Near your lands." I straightened my spine, trying to reclaim some authority. "If she's here, I need to know. This is a family matter. Pack business. I'm sure you understand." Steele finally moved. Took a single step forward. The temperature in the parking lot seemed to drop ten degrees. "Treason," he said quietly. "That's a serious charge." "Yes." "What exactly did she steal?"

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.

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" The bead was cool as it spun between my fingers. It had been our companion through countless nights of suffering. Eventually, I was the one who got 'adopted'; the other kids in the orphanage looked on with jealousy. However, the little blind kid stood in front of me, brandishing the only weapon he had: a broken brick from the garden, refusing to let them take me away.