Stealing Spree Novels & Stories

The officer closed his notebook, his expression turning stern. "Wayne Whitmore, you're suspected of identity theft, assault, and multiple other criminal offenses. You'll need to come with us for questioning." Standing off to the side, Travis finally understood what had happened. He shot to his feet and pointed at Kelsey in disbelief. "So when you told me your cousin was paying for our honeymoon, you meant you stole the money from your own family?" Panic flashed across Kelsey's face. She grabbed his arm. "Honey, let me explain..."

KELAN Hunting is supposed to clear my head. Instead, every snapped twig and fresh pawprint in the mud just knots me up tighter. And I smell it in the air. Him. The Rogue. I want to believe it’s Ethan. That I can catch him and take him down and find a loophole to legally claim Lyla. But the scent isn’t Blackwood, and as much as that would simplify things, I don’t think that’s it. I circle the cabin three times before I’m sure nothing is watching from the tree line—no rival pack, no council spy, no human trapper with a death wish. Only then do I relax enough to catch my breath and start prepping for the real reason I’m out here.

"Hey baby got the diam-" "We have to go now Reno, now!" Jovie cried. "He knows!" "Babe whats wrong?" "Jasper...he knows! We have to go, he's gonna kill me!" "Jovie what did he do?" "It doesn't matter, Reno, I have the diamond, meet me at the bus station now!" "I'll be there." Jovie's POV This was the first time stealing actually made me a little nervous, even though this might be the easiest steal of my life.

Before midnight, the four assassins-Emery, Jadeite, Secora, and Cataleena- were all ready to depart from the headquarters after briefing themselves on the plan they had to follow. Each of them was wearing their identical combat apparel with their faces covered with a mask and was equipped with their weapons before they got on each horse. It was rather chillier that midnight compared to the other nights, but Emery thought it was just probably her feeling that way. She had gone through many missions before but this time, she felt like something bad was going to happen… something that she was not expecting.

He drove the car, with the kids in the back and me seated in the passenger seat, straight to the border. I mindlinked the entire pack. "I, Storm Alexander Mathijs Snowden, denounce my title as Alpha of the Frozen Bone Pack and offer the pack to Beta Jackson to rule in my stead until my brother is of age." I felt some power leave me, but I knew I could still beat Jackson if I wanted to. "It’s done." I said to Alpha Jackson. "If you try to double cross me, I will fucking kill you, and this will all have been for nothing."

(Kira POV) The office monitors didn't show the Spire anymore. They showed the city. The human news networks had already picked up the first ripples of the violence, broadcasting shaky, low-resolution cell phone footage of what they were labeling a "coordinated gang syndicate warfare." On screen, the storefront of a high-end Silvercrest logistics firm in the Mid-District was actively being torn apart. Two black SUVs had smashed through the plate-glass windows, and figures in dark, tactical clothing were dragging crates into the street, their movements aggressive and frantic.

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

I quickly hid to the side and tailed them toward the convenience store. All three of them used the stolen money to buy crackers. As the payment confirmation chimed, the system broadcast across the game. [Players 5, 49, and 61 have been eliminated for overspending. Debt: one million dollars.] The tall guy wailed, "But that was the money I stole! How is that overspending–" Before he could finish, he vanished like a flash of light. The other two punks disappeared right after him. Dozens of bags of crackers and four bags of bread thudded onto the floor. I sprinted over and pulled off my jacket, wrapping all the crackers and bread tightly.