The Stealer Novels & Stories

"Nope." I clasped my hands behind my back, digging my nails into my skin until I bled. Jeffrey looked at me and continued, "Stop playing these childish games, Eleanor. Ives and I were the ones who funded the construction of these villas. We can give it to whoever we want. You've already taken more than enough. Remember, Rhianne is my real sister. She is the rightful Ms. Shaw and deserves to live a life our family can provide. Do you hear me?" "Crystal clear." I nodded meekly.

To my disbelief, he nodded eagerly and spoke into the phone. "Janice, don't be angry. Don't waste your breath arguing with this stubborn girl. I'll handle it. She's my daughter. She can't possibly defy me." The last shred of hope inside me shattered. I hung up, then immediately called the travel agency. "Hello. My name is Elise Whitmore. I'm the prize winner. My ID number is... "My redemption code was stolen. I want the prize frozen immediately." The customer service representative remained polite. "Certainly, Ms. Whitmore. We've verified your prize information.

"Not here." "Where then?" She shook him off, her voice rising, carrying now, drawing eyes from across the room. "Where do I get to say what she is? What she's done? She stole you, she stole my place, she stole my…" "I stole nothing from you," I said. My voice was steady. I was surprised by how steady. "You threatened suicide. You demanded him. You performed on a rooftop while the world watched, and I was the price you paid for the show."

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 remembered Ruby's brother's name was Roth and the sudden realization that these were the young Ruby and Roth, swept over me like an icy wave, "Mom said you can't do that anymore!" "Is mom here?" he grinned evilly. "Whatever!" the little girl rolled her eyes and walked over to the counter, throwing up her chubby arms to reach for the necklace. "Mom, Ruby's trying to steal the necklace!" Roth yelled, hand circled around his mouth to amplify the sound. Ruby turned to him, a furious look plastered over her face that looked about as menacing as a pink bunny.

"I'll go to work take my things then check on the situation but I doubt that I will manage to carry myself through. I was hoping you will take me home and then bring my car later or send somebody to bring it." He smiled a little and looked at me. "Do you trust me with your car? You don't think I will steal it or something?" I laughed at him at least he gave me something to laugh about I was so tense. "We work together remember so if you steal it I'm going to find you and catch you, so don't worry." "I am going to steal it then because you are going to come to my place looking for me then you will find out where I'm staying." I laughed at this man who wanted to loo me to his place. I was not

His car is the reason why he was finding her brother. But, wait, it’s not right. “Maybe, you got it wrong. He will never use someone’s car without permission.” She stepped backward when Charles started to walk near to her. “Stop defending him. We have CCTV cameras in the house, and I confirmed that he was the one who took my car.” Kirsten suddenly felt afraid when she noticed that Charles had changed his expression. He looked mad while looking at her and as if he would bite her.

"Yes?" "Stellan isn't who you think he is. He’s not a protector. He’s a collector." She looked at the dark car with genuine fear in her eyes. "He collects things. Companies. Art. People. And once he has them, he never lets them go. Be careful you don't become just another asset."

“But it took me a while to be positive, and until I was certain, I wasn’t going to let you know that I was carrying something that could incapacitate me. But I didn’t want to leave it behind, considering that we could use it against Moon Drinkers if the need arose. Aren’t you glad that I have it?” “Of course,” Cassian says. “I’m just surprised.” “Never mind the chains,” I say. I look at the Moon Drinker. “Talk.” “His name is Steele,” Wilder says helpfully. “Do I look like I give a damn what his name is? I’ll hear him out for your sake, but after that, we’re getting rid of him.” “I’m not going to tell you anything if you’re going to kill me,” Steele says. “I’m not sure you’re in a position to

"I want her accounts too. They hold a lot of money, and I want each and every penny there. If Alessandro went through all the trouble of getting me on board when it comes to this mission, then I should be compensated fairly. I need the profit." And just like that... it clicked. Almost like a blade slicing through the fog, the truth came out clean and sharp. Well, thanks to the heavens that I decided to do this stake out myself and not allow any other person to do it for me. Her own bloody father. How dare he?