Stealing Home 소설 & 이야기

Alicia snorted, "Jess, stop playing around. You said you didn't take the money, but it was already in your account. We just asked for it back and you will get forgiveness. Is it hard for you?" This was truly more difficult than what Alicia had mentioned. Although it looks easy. "Miss Weisberg, to be honest, the money is not in my account right now. They have moved to my mother's account." "You mean you stole it and gave it to your mother?" Alicia came up with accusations. "No! I really didn't steal it, Miss Weisberg." Jessica defended herself once again. "If you didn't mean to take the money, then why did you give it to your mother?"

I don't know what is wrong with this family. I continued walking towards my room and I heard someone within. I slowly opened the door and I saw Virnah stealing my money that I saved for our camping trip. "Virnah please!" I begged. "There is a rule in this house, that whatever I touch is already mine especially your money," she said, showing me all the money that she stole. "Please!" I begged one last time, but she refused. I balled my fist and ran towards her. I pushed her and she landed on my drawer.

Jaden appeared in my bedroom doorway,frowning deeply,"the police are on their way you should take some pictures." "I get it",I muttered. "Excuse me?" "I totally get homeless people wanting things" I ground out "but did they have to steal from someone who barely have anything? I mean come on!,just ask for some hand me down,don't wreck my place" I ran my hands through my hair,letting out a frustrated sigh.

However, his tone suddenly shifted. "I have a bad habit. I enjoy the thrill of stealing," he confessed. "My life is a meticulously crafted timetable. From what I'll eat to the path I'll take, every aspect has been planned out for the next ten years. One day, I witnessed someone slipping a loaf of bread into their pocket at a convenience store. It triggered an adrenaline rush, and I couldn't resist the temptation to imitate it. It felt like an intangible sword hanging over me, ready to strike at any moment—the thrill, the nervousness, the excitement—it stimulates every fiber of my being. I slowly found myself stealing more often and even got caught a few times, so I’ve learned to be more caut

Ó Celia thought as she holstered her gun and pulled her phone. Riley answered on the third ring. Mr. Smooth. She could imagine him looking at the phone and seeing her name but waiting to respond as if he hadnÕt been anticipating it. He very well should be. The man had moved her things out of her home and into his without asking her. ÒItÕs a crime to break into someone elseÕs home and remove their things. ItÕs called theft.Ó ÒProve it, detective, now where are you? SunÕs going down, and these steaks arenÕt going to keep.Ó

The audience murmurs quietly. “He took keys to nice homes and got the addresses from the patient chart. He’d wait to see if anyone lived in the house. If they did, he’d wait longer. Stake it out. Break in while they were gone and clean them out completely. No forced entry. Just smooth and casual.” Hunter exhales. “He lived well. Beautiful home. Nice cars. Some he stole outright using keys. A few got repossessed — he’d just replace them. Slick as hell.”

“Officer, I want to press charges against Brad Jackson and his family for breaking and entering, property damage, and issuing threats.” The footage clearly showed everything Brad and his family had done. The officers were stunned. They could not believe that in this day and age, there were still people this savage and unreasonable. Meanwhile, Leo and his parents were equally dumbfounded that I had installed surveillance cameras in a brand-new apartment. Linda immediately tried to shift the blame. “Wendy, you’re such a freak! What kind of person installs cameras inside their own home? It’s weird!” “It’s my home. I’ll install whatever I please in it.”

he teased, dark amusement flashing in his eyes. I slid into the seat silently, too drained_ too numb to fight. And too afraid of what would happen if I tried to defy him. He got in after me, starting the engine with a low growl. As the car sped away from the college and the carnage behind us I stared out the window, numb. I realized it didn't matter if it was Lewis or Aiden. I was just a prize being passed from one monster to another. And monsters never gave back what they stole.

Ever since I moved in, that family across the hall had been stealing anything they could get their hands on. No wonder I found it odd when I first moved in. No one in the entire building kept shoes or umbrellas outside their doors. It turned out that everyone was just trying to protect themselves from this bizarre family. They really loved stealing. It even included my doormat or any food deliveries I did not pick up immediately. They did not even spare my bras, panties, and socks that were hanging out to dry on the rooftop!

"Oh Keith, you can't imagine how happy I feel. I never like the thought of young women being left alone in the world. Tabitha is so lucky you live here." Keith smiled kindly at Linda but then glanced at Tabitha. The guy stared intimately, and his hint was clear. He would stay until he had her consent regarding the child in Tabitha's womb. "I have to go now to bring my groceries in. I was just getting back from shopping when I saw a really cool car. What's it called?" This time Linda was at a loss for words. "Jeep." Jace continued "Jeep! Yes … very manly. Perfect for the virile Keith." Linda answered, and Tabitha groaned inwardly.