Stolen Stories Novels & Stories

Or rather, the life of my future career in media. I wanted to call his bluff. But even I could tell that every word he said, he meant. So, I stood there, and watched him call me a thief. I watched him say that fucking ridiculous proposal that would be my ticket to redemption –at least for stealing his Rolex watch eight years ago. I learned to cope with the guilt over the years. The guilt of stealing that hot stranger’s wristwatch. That hot stranger that fucked me so good that I – I shook the thought away instantly. No. I wasn't going to go there.

She then called for a taxi. At the store, she placed Phillip in a trolley while picking up the groceries. She was lost in thought until she overheard two women talking near a corner of the store. "I heard she tricked him into marrying her," one of them whispered. "I bet she's not as beautiful as her sister. She must be jealous of her," the other replied. Dianna’s breath hitched. She moved slightly behind them, making sure she was out of their sight, but continued listening. "Some sources said she deceived him into sleeping with her just so she could marry him. What a worthless woman. How could she do that to her late sister?"

“You know I didn’t mean to—he tried to—” “Don’t,” he interrupted softly, his jaw locking as he tilted the glass slightly. “You think explanations matter here? You think he cares why you did it?” He. Liam Moretti. The name pulsed in my head like a curse, echoing in every corner of the room. Stories about him traveled through whispers — the Devil of the South, the man who made people vanish, the man who smiled while ending lives. My breath hitched. “What’s in the glass?”

She finally finds her words and she says, "so, what next? You're going to disappear and return in a fortnight and then we do this not sex thing again?" "I'll be seeing you soon. I told you I can't stay far from you." "You're obsessed with me. I should be worried but I am here, allowing you to sex me with your fingers. Just answer me this one question, please?" I oblige her with a nod of my head. "Why do you steal? Like you said earlier, it's a good deed and a bad deed that you do. You steal but you also reveal the atrocities of guys that the authorities can't ordinarily catch. But still, stealing is a bad game. You'll also have to do a lot of even worse things in the process. So, I am not go

she said dismissively. "Hold on! What do you mean you're not doing paychecks anymore?" "I'm ready to join you" "What? Stop playing with me" Olivia says chuckling. It was no news that Olivia was into the business of trading her body for money. That was the only way that she could afford to own a big house in the city and a Porsche truck. "Olivia, I'm not. That weird lady humiliated me and everything I live for, simply because I worked as a janitor. I'm tired of all that shit"

It would cost some spilled blood, but at least I could get some humor out of it and live to tell it all around a campfire, how 'the lost king' humiliated the Beast of the West with some smart-ass comments. Present a fake personality. Give a fake name. Spin a fake backstory. Sprinkle in a truth or two here and there so it's not totally unbelievable. Like how my parents had been humble, even if my father was born in a manor far more beautiful than this depressing fortress. Or how Connor had murdered him and the rest of my family in cold blood.

But I could see she was very lost in her thoughts, that factor worrying me a little. “That story was about you?” She asks looking a little worried as she spoke, it was my turn to look confused as I watched her. “I only ask because the story you told, is frighteningly similar to the story of The Unknown Luna A, a story that you wouldn’t have known that night.” She says which also made my brain begin to work, as scary as it sounded, she was right. “Tell us the story.” Asher says now joining the conversation, I could see he was worried that the stories would be too similar and the thought that I would need to do what these legends say the Luna would need to, scared him.

“Well, do you know what is a stealer, Ashira?” Stealer? I haven’t heard of it but there is some ring into that word. Have I heard it somewhere? The old lady took my silence as my answer and continued speaking. “Stealer is a wolf abnormality. They can produce a pup with another wolf who is not their mate. Some stealers are evil and those kinds steals the mate of others for fame, greed, or vanity.” she paused. I don’t think I need to hear some kind of useless story. Why is she trying to educate me about this stealer thing?

Just then, she loses all the strength she had in her knees and slowly kneels down the floor. Pretending to be Olivia might not be as easy as she had initially thought. With the thinking that Olivia’s plan is impossible after all, Laura stands up and makes up her mind. I can’t do this. I’m going home, she thought, walking towards her queen-sized bed. Under her bed, she reached out for a certain chest entrusted to her by Olivia before carrying out their plan. The chest is somewhat vintage with very detailed carvings. Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest.

the only modern thing in her living room. Her life is a real mess... She lived in student accommodation with old furniture that barely held up and She just got fired for putting a client in her place... Which was unfair. She had complained about this same customer for more than 3 times but her boss was always telling her that the customer was king and she should avoid coming near him but as always She was on duty at that customer's table . When she decides to revolt, she was fired. It was sad but it was her reality. Her biggest regret is not having had the courage to revolt sooner...