Theft Stories

Her sister was gone. Certainty hit Stephanie with the full impact of a soccer ball shot into her stomach and grabbed her guts like an iron fist. Fear tightened her throat. A carcass, torn by wild hyena, she spontaneously thought, that's what Philomena's abandoned apartment looked like. It could only be called an empty sceleton. Looking at the chaos of drawers rummaged through, books torn from their shelfs and stabbed and sliced red couch cussions that offered itself to Stephanies eyes, she was not the only one looking for her older sister. She swallowed hard. Who ever was responsible for this work of destruction, Stephanie could only hope to find Philomena first. Stephanie has lost her mother some years ago. Now, her beloved sister Philomena has disappeared, and with her two priceless pieces of art. Stephanie is desparate - and by far not the only one looking for her sister. Together with her best friend Clara and a mysterious but obnoxious street musician, she is pulled into a dark web of lies, love, betrayal and murder, that ultimately traces back to the history of her very own family.

A guy trips on a paper and starts the whole plot. Wonder how that goes.

A baby thief he was, living by the beach with his wife and little daughter. A sweet father to Diana. An angel of death to teen mothers. So when she is no longer little, people ask Diana, "How was he like?" But no one asks of her story, its beginning, and how it seems to be ending. No one except one man. A man who gifts her with a family in the most unlikely, bloodiest of ways.

During the Events of Personified Kung Fu, Heroes Beyond Time When Chaos Emeralds and The Master Emerald were stolen from an unknown person Bryan and the Mobians go on a quest to find it and bring it back home.

Gigi is known for taking other toons' stuff. What if we saw behind her intentions? Maybe Shelly would be disappointed. Maybe Brusha will expect it. Maybe Cosmo won't even notice. What will she do with all of it? Keep it? Return it? Lose it herself?

A casino heist gone wrong could be brings two star-crossed soul-mates together again after a mysterious falling out. Russian mobsters and a British Spy are only a couple of the things in their way.

Alpha Jack's son and only heir's life is at risk when his mate leaves the pack and forms a rebellion against her own pack. She is power thirsty and seeks to over-throw her own mate, threatening the life of her son and only child who is in her mate's custody. She doesn't mind getting her hand extremely dirty just to become the new Alpha of the most feared pack in North America. She claims it is her destiny and she must fulfill it. The Alpha seeks for multiple ways to protect his heir and only child. He is soon left with no other option than a journalist who recently lost her job due to her incompetence and whose mate rejected her due to her family's history of grand-theft. What happens when the journalist becomes The Alpha's Nanny? Is she ready to risk her life for The Alpha's heir and re-writes her own destiny and neglect history? Or does she fail to protect Alpha Jack's son and fulfill her assumed destiny of theft? We see a new seed of love being planted in the course of this story. Join in this thrilling fun where new bonds are formed and destinies are re-written!

He was a good man once. Kind and patient, he'd do anything for the people of his kingdom. That's over now. He's changed. No longer is he the loving King they once remembered. His heart has turned cold. Content Warning: Gore, Foul Language, Death, Violence, Insanity If any of these disturbs you, do not read this book unless you think you can handle it. Cover Art drawn by yours truly :3

Amy St.Claire lives in a world where it's unlikely to find a 'Prince Charming'. When she sets foot in the ball, everything changes. Not only for her, but someone else as well. "It's rare to meet a royal, let alone fall in love". We'll see about that when familiar fairytales indirectly come true...

One day I was babysitting my friend's children. One of them ( five years old ) drew a picture of a women hanging from the ceiling , looked up at me and said, " She asked me to draw this. She is coming for you. Hide!"

"Theft. You thought theft would be a good meet cute?" _ _ _ In which Penny is a disaster (surprising exactly no one). _ _ _ *this story has the target audience of one. it's me. I am 'one'. All this is to say please don't leave hate if this isn't your cup of tea ...also I might delete this story later.

Marco Vasquez is somehow a senior, to some people's surprise. After surviving several years without his father and dealing with people knocking him down in ever moment of his life. Marco has become distant with his feelings and who he is.The future for him is gray and unpromising. But until he can let go of the hatred he holds for his father, he will never change that future. Lilith Andrews, whose been in and out high school and rehabilitation centers, has finally decided to change herself and her future since her past has done nothing but disgrace her family. Ashamed, Lilith tries to dig a way out of her past habits but can't seems to overcome them alone.

A story about an abduction, lies, mistrust and deep love. All seasoned false accusations.

Jack O'Connell had everything. A great wife; a great family; a great career that took him all over the world catching art thieves. The world was his until a hit and run shattered it. After losing his wife Ashley, Jack re-evaluates his life and settles back home with his Grandparents, raising his three children in his old childhood home. Taking a job as a teacher at Loinsigh Academy of the Arts so he can fill his days as his kids are at school or at home napping, Jack realizes that his students have no interest in chemistry at all. Teenagers are tough. This ex-Interpol agent is used to cracking hard cases, and Jack has a plan. One empty classroom loaded down with goods from the schools bookstore: school rings and necklaces, computers, high end camcorders and sound equipment, art supplies, etc. Everything an artistic teenager at Loinsigh Academy wants. All there for them to have. If they can use their knowledge of science to get past the booby traps and steal the loot. They have 16 weeks to fill their brains with knowledge and devise their own plans. At the end of that time they had better make a move and hide it well, because anyone in class can steal the loot from someone else and, if Professor Jack O'Connell or Headmaster Lionsigh find their cache in the Search - the end of the final exam - they fail Chemistry class. Not to mention losing their stolen treasure. A's and egos are at risk in the Science of Theft.

It was just a normal day for Bailey, she was ready and on the bus for school when she noticed something odd... it wasn't her normal bus driver. She didn't think to much of it until they arrived at school. See what happens...

When the owner of a company embezzles funds and his salesman intercepts the stash, only to be robbed himself, the chase is on. Wives, mistresses, love struck pawns and even the police scramble in the race for the money. There are deadly results for all participants, proving once again.... money is the root of all evil.

The biggest art discovery of the decade was quickly overshadowed by the biggest art theft of the decade. Both occurred within a week, but only one needs solving. The nation's best detectives are on it. Are you one of them? Reservations for Author Games: HEIST open July 7th, 2016.

What kind of Pokemon Trainers would your favorite K-Pop Idols be? Would you have to battle MBLAQ or B2ST for a Badge? Or would you have to take on 2PM as Team Rocket? Maybe you would be on the quest to collect badges with BIGBANG. It's a wild ride as you backpack through the world of Pokemon!

I’m not a good girl; I steal, I lie, I cheat, I am a county certified “teenage delinquent” complete with criminal record and all. I know I’m not a good child, and that my parents aren’t exactly proud of me, but I never expected to be sent here. This place is my hell. Waking up at the crack of dawn, no cell phone, no internet, and hell there might as well be dress code for the little amount of clothing you can wear here. I can’t wear my skinnies, my boots, my studs, my piercings, my fishnets, or my hair extensions. This place is hell on Earth and I’m stuck here all summer, roughly three months, about fourteen weeks, one hundred days. FML. You’re probably wondering where the hell I am exactly, or rather what I did to end up here, well I’ve got nothing else to do so grab a chair, sit down, and shut up; it’s story time.