A Heart Worth Stealing Novels & Stories

Leigh’s POV We were still panicking on whose test it was that Mo found inside the trash, not knowing another surprise was on the way for me. Well, we haven't found the owner of the test result yet. If someone had jokingly told me not quite long, but a year ago that I would be in a position where I would be overwhelmed, surrounded by thousands of roses so golden that they would pass the test for a royalty treat. And by the corner was the man who shockingly stole my heart. The man who unexpectedly, turned out to be everything, leaving nothing out of the man I had always wanted for myself amidst several barter, and on one knee with the brightest smile, I would have laughed out loud at the dry j

"Loving me. It's not that hard. I know you don't love me now because if you did, of course, you would have given me another chance. But you are attracted to me. You admitted it to me, and that's more than enough for me. Valerie, I'll say it again: you're the only woman who has ever stolen my heart. How can a human function without their heart? This is why I follow you everywhere. I can't do anything. My mind is filled with thoughts of you every minute of the day. I see you even when you're not there. Every fiber of my being yearns for you. When you're not with me, I find myself dying of lovesickness. What do I do, Val? Tell me.

I pulled the Sacred Heart from my coat. It pulsed in my palm like it was alive. The artifact still throbbed with witchcraft, with the agony of the late Queen whose heart had birthed it, and with every stolen piece of soul bound to its crimson core. It had taken three of my men dying screaming just to steal it. I'd gladly do it again. I pressed the Sacred Heart into the hollow. It fit perfectly. The runes glowed red for a second, and I twisted. Click. The sound that followed was not a normal unlocking. It was something older, deeper. Like the very earth groaned beneath us. The stone lid of the coffin slid open with a low grinding roar.

“I have no interest in that monster’s wretched empire. I wish to fix my own, not waste effort on his. I seek peace, not war.” The jewel glows. Tedmold is selfish about his perceived worth, but he is utterly honest and his intentions, though selfish, are not malicious. The Sincalion smiles. “You have passed the test of the Heart of Truth, Your Highness. You may now step away from the statue.” Tedmold beams, looking relieved. He stands and bows awkwardly, already looking like he has received the wish. “My lady,” Lahore says,, “the test is complete. You now understand the hearts of those who sought your donation. Now it is for you to decide whether they are worth your donation."

My mind flashed back to Kayla again, she had seen me pull out a persons heart, I just hoped she wouldn’t judge me harshly. For in my pack, theft was not theft, it was a threat to everything I'd ever built. And I'd leave no threat alive.

The sheer, vulgar volume. "Who did this?" Hope wept. "Who stole my feelings?" Aurora looked at the screen. She looked at the pixelated image of the broken chain—the symbol of their survival, now a discount accessory. She knew that style. She knew that level of pettiness. She knew that specific flavor of violation. It wasn't just theft. It was a message. You think you have value? I'll make you cheap. Aurora looked up. Her eyes met Liam’s across the room. He was already moving toward them, sensing the shift in atmospheric pressure.

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

“Sometimes I catch myself watching him, feeling this burning, twisted envy. He doesn’t even try to win people over — they just fall for him. And me? I have to scheme, plan, manipulate… and even then, it’s never enough. It’s not fair. He’s everything I wish I could be, and it drives me insane. If anyone knew how much I truly hated him, they’d understand why I smile when I see him stumble, why I feel a secret satisfaction when things don’t go perfectly for him. He makes me want to claw my way to the top, just to prove that I can be better than him. But deep down, I know I’ll never be like him. I’ll never have that effortless charm, that natural allure, that ability to make everyone, especially

. If she pushed back against me now, she would surely find herself in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons. Scarlett gritted her teeth. "Fine, ten million it is." She couldn't believe that anyone would be willing to pay more for this damaged item. As Scarlett made her bid, a few paddles were surprisingly raised in response. "Fifteen million!" "Twenty million!" "Thirty million!" ... In the blink of an eye, the stamp had reached fifty million. Scarlett, for the sake of her pride, had to keep bidding, though her fingers trembled like leaves in the wind. I smirked. It seemed there were indeed people willing to pay a hefty price for this worthless piece of junk. I turned to the man beside me,

David was going to be a responsible man and start his own family with the woman whom they chose for him. “Betty you look beautiful as always” David complimented. “You look hand some yourself, but you didn’t need to throw such an expensive party for my honour. How can I explain it to you that I only want your heart” Betty smiled. “And you already stole it long time ago Betty. You have a good heart, just the kind of a woman I would like by my side. Will you allow me to love you?” “What kind of a question is that? Of course yes”