Stealing Spree 소설 & 이야기

Raisa explained. "Why are there so many pages?" I asked in fresh horror. She clarified, "Each 'day,'" but that didn't make it much better. "With them comes information about their pack and its entire history. Connor collects trophies, which include stolen females and knowledge of where they stole them from. This is my 'day.'"

"Get ready, everyone. Three, two, one!" The second she finished counting down, the screen exploded. Donation animations flooded in. Notifications stacked on top of each other. Countless one-dollar tips poured in like a storm. The first three usernames to send theirs were quickly captured and pinned in the chat. Cecilia smiled brightly as she read the first name. "Congratulations to Tyson Steele for becoming our first lucky winner tonight. Tyson, tell us your wish." She initiated a voice call. The person who connected was Tyson. One of the most notorious bullies on campus.

"I come from the north, but moved down south to Willow when Fox came to me about the debt. I worked at the factory and the dinner as a waitress. I also sell drugs to Fox's client." Scar nodded, as if he already knew the answer. He took a sip of his wine and studied her with his piercing eyes. "That was why you stole the gem." Lena shrugged, trying to look casual. "Well, I was looking for quick cash," she said. "I thought I could make some money end my debt." Scar raised an eyebrow. "By stealing?" Lena remained silent. "Which work are you capable of, apart from stealing." Lena felt a surge of panic. She had not thought of that part yet. She racked her brain for an answer that would not sound

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 parked his car. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and gazed at him with surprise. "Do I know you?" Rita asks, even though she is intoxicated she still recollects everything that ensued at the bar. But what makes her surprised is why a total stranger would offer to help her when

Sydney's father rushed to the car, and one of the soldiers aimed the gun at him, but Adrian stopped him. They watched the man drive out hastily but didn't bother with giving him a chase. The leader of the team instructed a roundoff of the opposing teams and declared the elimination of whosoever resisted so the men knew better than to cooperate. Liam held his heart as he watched the scene unfold. He knew they had escaped death, but with Mr Denver on the loose, the danger ain't over. Especially now that they have gotten their hands on the original file. Mr Smith, Sydney's father, drove roughly as Diane kept screaming loudly. She knew they had escaped from Adrian's soldiers, but it was an unfor

Asher says dropping that next bombshell, once that sentence left his lips, a series of deep and angry growls ripple throughout the crowd, I even jumped back at a few of them. “We found out that Spencer has been aiding the vampires for some time now, he and the accomplices were planning whilst the Luna was being attacked, to steal some important documents which would put the entire pack in serious danger. The Luna was the one which found this out and foiled any of their plans, we owe a lot to her for the safety of the pack today.” Asher smiles once again turning to look at me, I only smile rolling my eyes at him slightly before taking a look down at the floor once again, I wouldn’t say they o

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

The heavy SUV sped away from the curb and disappeared into the dark city streets long before the first police sirens began to wail in the distance. Adrian pulled out his tablet, plugged the small drive into the port, and began scrolling through the stolen data. A satisfied, cruel smile touched his lips. He was completely engrossed in his victory. He had ruined his uncle, humiliated a cartel boss, and stolen highly classified leverage without firing a single shot.