The Stealer Novels & Stories

AEON. It was already seven in the morning and I was still in my office. I couldn’t even blink to sleep. Too many things were running through my mind: about the pack, about my father, and about Alexa. Karson told me last night that Alexa was bought by Alpha Aurelius for ten million dollars. Plus some land in the north. I was hoping the title of the land was not yet given to my father, so I didn’t have to be hassled with it.

, One dropped and for a minute, I took a pause to listen to her. “Stolen?” “What was that and who stole it?” I asked almost immediately,wondering what could be that previous to disturb one of the billionaire’s of the city. “A treaure owned by his grandfather. It was passed to him but Alexander stole it and kept it in his possession since then. Grey is not a strong man at heart. He easily gets trampled upon and it’s not surprising that he was a victim of Alexander’s bullying”, One explained and immediately, I felt a cold feeling engulf my soul.

The Gilbert Group, with Bradley Gilbert at its helm, was a name that sent shivers down the spine of anyone in the city. He was known as the Reaper, a legend among both cops and criminals. "You want me dead?" I asked. "It's a tough job; that's why we came to you," Black Viper said before he then turned to leave. "You've got a month to get ready. Oh, and Bradley's got a lady friend, Rosemary Baker. She's his Achilles' heel."

I am left here to ponder about my own misfortune. I cannot be a stealer. It’s impossible. Stealers were creatures of myth and legend. Bad omens, the worst kind of creature to exist according to the stories, but not real. I'd never heard of a stealer existing anywhere in North America, much less the rest of the world. Even the legends are so obscure that I barely know what a stealer even is. I believe it has something to do with unmated men and widowed pack members. On top of everything, the topic is a large taboo.

the rescuer said as he grabbed Rita who was already intoxicated but could hear what he said. "Take me out of here", she said with a muffled voice without glimpsing at who rescued her. "Alright, I'll take you out of here but did you come here alone? He asks, looking down at her. "Take me out of here", she whispered again, dangling her right hand loosely while she rested her whole body on him. He navigated her steps till they got out of the club; he helped her into his car and drove like a bat out of hell. He stole a few peeks at her and couldn't help but get entertained by how she kept talking to herself in the car, making hand gesticulations sleepily. He arrived at a safe spot and then parke

" The officers, who hated him with so much passion pretended to smile and, walked away, knowing that there was nothing they could do. Andre overheard one of them saying, "That's how all these spoiled brats are," while the other said, "Shh, please. I don't want to lose my job." Deciding to ignore them and focus on what was more important to him, he walked away. At that moment, the man whose taxi he had stolen came out and ran towards him, cursing loudly, "You criminal! You've bashed my car! What is this? You've ruined my car!"

Traps await everywhere, what is clear they must remain vigilant. The car that was left in the old building was completely empty, all the money and weapons had been put into another car that was brought by the bodyguards. So that Adam can come home with a calm and comfortable heart. Sacrificing one car is not a problem, the mansion still has dozens of luxury car collections.

He was way too clever for a damn mindless beast! “Well, if I saw it with my own eyes, I mean, then there would be no denying it.” He jumped out of his chair, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me out of the house. A large black vehicle pulled up in front of us and he opened the door for me to climb in before running around the back and joining me on the other side. I felt incredibly awkward! No dhampir ever climbed into a car in the kingdom! Cars were reserved for vampires only! I didn’t want him to see that I was watching him closely as he manoeuvred the car down the dirt road, but it was fascinating! His feet moved up and down and his hand jangled on a lever between the seats while he turned th

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

She muttered. "I know, it's exhilarating," Steve said as he drove off. "No, it's stealing!" The healer stated. Steve shrugged and kept on driving. "It's also smart, so they would not be able to trace us." "Do we know what we are going to face when we get there?" Emma asked. Steve shrugged. "Answers," He replied. The tracking device led them to some sort of abandoned factory. Steve had no idea what was manufactured here. He parked the stolen vehicle in the front of a barbed wire fence.