Stolen Novels & Stories

Not even animal. Blood. Old, rotted, layered so thick it’s baked into the moss. Under that, something sharper, metallic. Like chains left out in the sun, rust bleeding into water. My skin prickles. Nobody’s ever found the bodies the Rogue wolf takes—just streaks of gore, pawprints that vanished midstride, sometimes a pile of bones with the marrow sucked clean. But we know he’s out there. The instinct to call out to Kalen, to warn him and call him back, chokes my throat.

Her body arched, but Ilia held her steady, unmoved. With a final breath, Ilia gripped the glowing thread inside Helena—ancient, sacred, invisible to all but her. And she pulled. The thread snapped. Helena collapsed, breathless and dazed. Ilia straightened, eyes glowing. “Your bond to the Hollow is broken. You are no longer pack. You are rogue.” Ilia ripped it free. "By right of combat, I sever your bond to this pack. You are no longer of the Hollow. You are rogue."

"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..."

As my thumb presses the power button, my eyes fall upon the message preview. My annoyance instantly evaporates, replaced by a cold, numbing shock. The blood drains from my face as I read the words. From: Unknown NumberMessage: “You have refused to pay me after I stabbed you to get what you wanted. This was a deal. If it is not kept, next time, I will not avoid your vitals.” I read it again, certain I must have misunderstood. But the words remain unchanged, glaring up at me from the screen. “Miles? What is it?” Evans leans forward, his brow furrowed.

That sound, it was my hand, it was my wrist that made that sound and I was about to lose my mind. “You are never to step into this place, I don’t care what you think, I don’t care who you are hiding from but you are ever to step anywhere in here, or else what’s going to be broken is not going to be your wrist only, it’s going to be something else.” “I’m sorry,” I whispered as more tears streamed down my cheek and he stared at me when he pulled his hand away from me. “Never do this again.” Liam threatened and I nodded

“You are allowed to feel the weight of what that means.” My throat tightened unexpectedly. “I do not want our child born into this,” I said. “They will not live like this,” he said. “How can you guarantee that?” I asked. He held my gaze. “Because I will not let this continue,” he replied. Before I could answer, Axel approached again. “We traced the maintenance uniform,” he said. “It was stolen from storage three days ago.” “Vehicle?” Ruin asked. “Underground garage camera feed shows a van leaving fifteen minutes after the door was unlocked,” Axel replied. “Plates were cloned.”

I thought that after this incident, he might finally learn his lesson and stop pulling this kind of stunt. Unexpectedly, another delivery showed up outside my door that evening. I took it downstairs and tossed it into the trash along with the garbage from my apartment. When I came back upstairs, Derek was once again standing outside my door arguing with a delivery driver. The moment he saw me, he pointed a finger in my direction. "Was it you who stole my food? You pathetic freeloader. I caught you once at lunchtime, and now you've got the nerve to steal it again tonight?"

I was thinking of enrolling in the gym after being guilty of eating 2 slices of cheesecake and a cup of ice cream. On our way back home, Bella's message flashed on my screen "I have a piece of news. Call me back, Bitch!.

Now I need a way to get them again but without stealing, or not. Stuffing everything I can, I feel the boards underneath me making a squeaky sound, I move to get it off. When it moves, there's a box under. And opening it I see big chunks of $100. Oh my god, she is loaded. Jackpot! I stuffed it all in my bag. Lastly, finishing my job, I take the bleach I bought from the drug store, I pure it all the way till I reach the back where the kitchen door is, I run out from it and hide under a small pile of junk, I move a wood tile to the side, then I squeeze myself out, getting to my room just in time I’m hit by my pup Harvey, out of the two I know it’s him cause Harvey was the one who stole the clo

The place the three of us ran back to when the world became too much. It was also the room we had most of our fights in. "What's going on now?" I asked. Gripped the arms of the chair. Alejandro shook his head. "I don't fucking know, that's the problem. I know our shit is getting stolen, I can clearly see it, but our money is staying the same. Like someone is reimbursing us for the product they stole but just enough to not allow us any profit. Some of our men have gone missing but we still receive reports that they are in the area..."