Stolen Novels & Stories

"Stalker, who else? The best shadow we know. We've hired him once, remember? To tail Randy. That's how we know about his drug dealing dens and eradicate them all." Ah. Stalker. An ex-special ops commander who supposedly 'went rogue' and was discharged. But Ben and I managed to find out the truth—the Minister of Defence was stealing from the nation's taxes; Stalker found out by accident and tried to have him removed. "I know Juliette means a lot to our plans. So he's the best guy for the job," Ben explained. I agree with Ben. Stalker is the best we know. He never loses a target, whether in sight or danger.

And no other man, including Mazov couldn't touch her. It was eight in the evening when Mazov walked in his room. She was sitting on his bed with her head rested on her knees. He sat beside her and pulled out a photo from his pocket. " Your last test is to steal the pen drive from this man. " He told giving the photo to her. " Isn't he Mr. Rodriguez? Our Health minister.. " Catalina asked surprised. " No, he is a thief for me. With this, I will check your persuasion skills and presence of mind. He will be in Hotel Dalefess. Is it okay ,kitty? " Catalina nodded. She hid her smile forming on her lips. The task was so easy.

Olivia takes a seat beside Rita and then asks, " what happened?" "I was doing my job as I do it every day, then I bumped into this sophisticated lady. It wasn't purposeful I promise, but the water stained her dress accidentally. The next thing this lady could do was to hit me" "What?! She hit you?" Olivia questioned, sitting upright. "Yes, she did but that's not even the worst part. She made me lose my goddamn job!" "Did Rita Peterson swear right now?" Olivia asked with a chuckle. "I'm not joking Olivia" she retorted.

But he got some bad news out of nowhere. "A hundred million?" He furrowed his brow together. "Yeah, it was stolen within ten seconds. It's probably done by the same person as last time," Michael said with his head hung low. "So you're saying that they're making a comeback?"

Right in front of me stood a metal safe, the metal looking rather thick which told us whatever was being kept in this thing, the person was intending to keep in there. “That’s pure silver, why would a werewolf have a safe made out of pure silver?” Thomas asks taking a closer look but ensuring to not get too close to it in case. “It seems whatever Spencer was hiding in there, no one but you would be able to open it again.” He informs me with a look, my eyes not leaving the locked safe in front of me.

She asked the employee to tell her everything they knew about the theft. The employee admitted that they had been siphoning money from the company's bank account for several months. They had been using the money to pay off debts, and they had no intention of stopping. Amira was appalled by what she was hearing. She knew that she had to act quickly to prevent any more damage from being done. She called the police, and they arrived at the company within minutes. The employee was arrested, and they were charged with theft and fraud. Amira felt a sense of relief, but she also felt a deep sense of sadness.

' But Cara turned away. Charles looked up at Cara with a confused expression. 'I didn't steal anything,' he said, his voice shaking. 'I was just trying to give my mom a birthday gift. I saw the shoes and I thought she would like them, so I put them in the box. I didn't mean to do anything wrong.' He looked at Jolie, then back at Cara. 'I didn't steal anything. I was just trying to be nice.' Cara raised an eyebrow. 'A birthday gift? In a locked box? Without paying for it?' She sneered. 'You expect me to believe that?' Charles nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. 'Yes, it's true. I wouldn't steal. I promise.'

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

Completely ignoring my words. My blood ran cold. “What about it?” I asked carefully. He tilted his head. “It’s missing, isn’t it?” My stomach twisted. How did he know that ? “You—” His grin was all the confirmation I needed. “You stole it.” My voice came out sharper than I expected. Adrian only shrugged. “Technically, I had someone switch it. You were not watchful enough.” I clenched my fists, anger bubbling under my skin. “Why?”

‘Hi, yeah, I’d like to report stolen property. A vintage brooch, pearls and diamonds, easily worth seven figures. If someone refuses to return it, does that count as grand larceny? What kind of sentence are we talking—ten years minimum?’ ‘What the hell are you doing?!’ Caroline shrieked, full banshee mode. ‘Have you lost your mind? Put that phone down!’ She lunged from the sofa. One slipper flew off mid-sprint, but she didn’t even notice.