The Thief And His Mother Novels & Stories

When no one responded, Forbes grabbed the blondely curly-haired guy and pulled him upright, forcing him to find his grounding. “She stole my money and I was trying to get it back,” he wheezed out as Forbes' fingers gripped his neck. “Do you know her?” I interrogated. My wolf refused to accept that our mate was a thief. Even if she did commit the crime, we were certain that she must have had a logical reason. “Everyone knows her,” he remarked with a laugh, “Don’t waste your time on her. She’s a whore and a thief, just like her father.”

"But the bitch who poisoned me — have you turned her over to the Elder Council?" She watched him carefully. This was a mother's final test. Damien's eyes darted away. His voice dropped. "Mom, Vivienne didn't mean it. Don't make a big deal out of this." "Besides, you didn't tell her who you were. Can you really blame her for..." Nancy stared at him. Her expression went from scrutiny to total despair. How had her son become this wolf? In an instant, her gaze turned cold as ice. "Then I'll handle it myself."

“She left with that gown and the jewelry I gave her. Must have seen her opportunity to run off with a few items of value.” I stared at her. My mother stood, crossing the room, and placed her hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Callum. I know you let yourself get ensconced with the girl, but the truth is, she’s not like us. She’s a thief.” Zane, who had been standing in the hallway, took that moment to enter the room. “A thief?” he blurted out. “Liora isn’t a thief!” “Do you want me to prove it?” my mother asked, cocking her head to the side.

Her eyes snap to mine, sharp, accusing. “That evil girl, Violet.” she spits. “She took it.” My stomach twists. “Violet was in chains,” I say carefully. “In the dungeons. How could she have…” “She has help,” Mother snaps. “Someone aiding her. You think she’s helpless? She planned this.” “That doesn’t make sense,” I say. “Violet would never touch what’s yours.” Mother laughs… a broken, jagged sound. “I know what I’m saying, child. She’s always stealing from me,” she says. “Always taking what should be mine. She even stole your father from us.”

I has stolen it because I wanted my place back at the house of hades and of course I don't give a fuck about Raymond, he's the last person I cared about hurting, but seeing him like this looking so devastated makes me feel somehow… an unexplainable feeling… definitely not sorry though. This is ridiculous. “So how do you plan to find the thief and get it back?” His expression hardened. “That's why I came here to asked if you heard or know anything, because I'm definitely going to find her.” The softness in his eyes disappeared. “And when I find her, she'll wish she never touched the diamond.” I swallowed. Well…. this is awkward. I forced a small smile “ You will definitely find her.” “I will.

“Mom, I swear to you, I didn’t steal anything. I would never do that. I know we don’t have much, but I’m not greedy. I’m content with what we have. I’d never take something that doesn’t belong to me.” Mother pulled him back into her arms, crying openly now. “I believe you,” she said firmly, stroking his hair. “I know my son. You are not a thief. I raised you better than that.” I watched them, my chest tight, my head throbbing. The night had taken everything out of me. Fear, anger, desperation—there was nothing left inside. All I wanted was to go home, crawl into bed, and shut my eyes. “We should go,” I said quietly. “Let’s head to the car.”

Jonathan held his stomach and grimaced, but he still refused to give up as he struggled to his feet. "A judge? Surely you're mistaken! He's a thief. He got punished in high school for stealing from his classmates, and now he's stealing my mother-in-law's gold bracelet. He's just a guy with sticky fingers. Someone like him couldn't possibly be a judge." Victoria swallowed and chimed in, "That's right. I'm his wife. He stole my mom's gold bracelet, and he also stole other girls' underwear to sell. I thought he went too far, so I wanted everyone to teach him a lesson."

"I've learned my lesson! I'll never trust that software again! Please forgive me. Come back and live with me, alright? I won't favor anyone anymore. You're my only son. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Okay?" Her eyes overflowed with tears. However, when she reached me, she grasped nothing but empty air. I sighed softly. Ignoring her desperate cries, I turned and walked away. A faint breeze drifted across the bedside. My notebook fell to the floor. It was the only thing she had kept of mine. Inside, she had written countless confessions. [I will never show favoritism again. My good son… Will you still be my child in the next life? I promise I'll be a good mother.]

he asked, his voice low. I simply shrugged like I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. “It must be hard living in a fantasy,” I said, shaking my head. “See, I know my father is a piece of shit and my brother is a fucking stronzo. I’m living my truth. But you… You’re out here working overtime to defend your thief of a father. Trying to paint him as someone he wasn’t.” I leaned in, my voice rising. “And, according to the files I read, your mother was a thief, too. So that makes all of you a family of thieves!”

"You're a thief! You're a bad person! I finally know why you have to come to my house now. You have always been a beggar and a thief, right? You've had your eyes on my house for a very long time! You begged my dad and mom, and you begged me to let you stay at our house! My parents are so kind! You thief! You're stealing my mother's things!" Brooke was almost as tall as Eira, but she seemed to be stronger than Eira. She had never been afraid of Eira, to begin with, but because she was at her own house, Brooke was even more unafraid of Eira. She kept beating Eira while roaring angrily, "Thief! Burglar! Little beggar! Our whole family has been so good to you, and yet, you want to steal my mothe