All Chapters of For His Heart, I Stole A Monster : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Mira The zipper of my heels always gets stuck whenever I’m nervous. Fuck it. But tonight, it has refused to move at all. “Come on…. I don’t have strength for Mrs Chloe.” I hissed under my breath, tugging harder until it finally slid up with a sharp zzzip!! “Thank goodness,” I exhaled, strengthening myself before my eyes landed on my reflection in the locker mirror. And I scowled Sexy outfit. Glittering skin.. my lips moved, forming a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. This is me every night, the Infamous… BLACK CHERRY! I inhaled sharply to hold myself together, my chest felt so heavy tonight. Theo’s face wouldn’t leave my head. The way his small fingers curled around mine this morning, his voice soft and weak, “Mummy, when will my chest stop hurting? I didn’t answer him Because I didn’t know how to lie anymore. I sniffed but… Immediately I sensed someone walking into the locker room, I quickly blinked back my tears and put on a wide forced smile. I grabbed my robe

Bile raised in my throat immediately. I have heard a lot about him in the strip club, a dangerous creature not to mess with. Every rumor about him was nothing good but terrifying. He looked at me with the kind of contempt that would make a person feel small without a single word being spoken and I quickly lowered my head, not wanting to get distracted by his appearance. He was dangerously handsome, with sharp features, dark piercing eyes and a jawline carved like sin itself. I quickly steal a glance to found how his black hair fell carelessly over his forehead, giving him a wicked charm that matched the cold confidence in his gaze. Then my stupid eyes roamed over his nearly perfect tailored suit and the half done cigarette in his right hand. Damn!!! Everything about him whispered temptation and ruin at the same time. This is my first time coming face to face with him and honestly, the rumors seem right cause he looked like the kind of man who could kiss you gently one mo

Alessandro Caruso The club lights bled red and gold through the smoke, flashing across faces that meant nothing to me. Music pounded through the walls hard enough to shake the glasss between my fingers, but none of it held my attention. I sighed and relaxed back in the corner booth overlooking the entire club, one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey while the other rested lazily against the leather seat. My bored gaze shifted to the women dancing on the stage with hungry smiles….. watching the way their bodies moved under the neon light like they were performing only for me. Every few seconds, one of them would glance my way, lingering just long enough to send an invitation without words. I was already used to that. I was already used to how women always looked at me like I was something to own. Something to climb into bed with so they could brag about it later. Some wanted money and some just want power…. Fame! While others jist wanted the Caruso name tied to theirs.

His eyes trailed slowly from my head down to my toes, and I instinctively curled them against the cold marble floor. Then his gaze snapped back to mine, causing my breath to catch instantly. “What are you doing?” he asked skeptically, his deep baritone voice sending a sharp chill down my spine. I quickly cleared my throat and shook my head too fast. “Hmm… I mean nothing. I…” My words stumbled over themselves as I nervously twisted my fingers together. One hand kept fidgeting with the sleeve of the oversized jacket I was wearing… and that’s when it dawned on me that I was still putting on the jacket from that taxi driver. Does this mean.. I didn’t actually take my bath last night? GOSH!! This is unbelievable I immediately shook my head. With everything happening, it probably skipped my mind. I pushed it aside and sighed, hovering my other hand awkwardly in the air like I suddenly forgot what humans normally do with their hands. “I was just..” I gestured vaguely around the ro