A Heart Worth Stealing Novels & Stories

Cadeau looked away and at Akarui, her vocal cord still lost. He knelt before her, with he's hand holding hers and confessed, "let me tell you something Cadeau, the journey of life is too short, but as you venture on or branch trying to find yourself and your heart again I'll be here waiting. And If you're willing I'll help you search, but if you still won't find it in anything or anyone else, then please do come search in my heart cause I've always placed yours in mine because I love you and,"

he asked, his tone almost pleading. “I can’t tell my heart who to love,” she said simply, her voice steady despite the chaos. “He kidnapped you! How could you love him?” Diego spat, his anger flaring. “You just know,” she replied, her gaze unwavering. “My heart beats for him now. Not you.” Diego stared at her for a long moment, the gun trembling in his hand. Finally, he lowered it, his shoulders slumping. Without another word, he turned and walked away.

There was an unspoken understanding between them—this was a fight they couldn’t afford to lose. “What do you want?” Elena’s voice was steady, though her heart hammered in her chest. The figure stepped forward, his every movement deliberate, as if savoring the moment. “What I want is simple: the Heart. It belongs to me, and you have no idea what it can truly do in the hands of someone who understands its power.” Elena’s fingers tightened around the Heart. “I will never let you have it.” The stranger smiled, though there was no warmth in it. “You think you’re strong enough to control it? You think the Heart won’t consume you like it’s consumed everyone else before you?”

Clearly, my death hadn't changed that. The irony was that my heart was still beating in her chest. Jonathan looked up, and his eyes were bloodshot. "Selena Quigley, she donated her heart to you!" But even that didn't evoke any sense of gratitude in her. Maintaining her haughty tone, she retorted, "She was just a fishmonger's daughter. She should feel honored to have donated her heart to me! If there had been other donors, I wouldn't have taken that deaf-o's heart in the first place—"

“How did the Council get something so sacred?” “The night the castle fell,” Mother replied, her voice tight with cold fury. “While the fires burned our history and the Silver Fangs killed my guards, the Northern Council’s elite assassins didn’t go for crowns or gold. They went straight for the treasury vaults. They stole the Heart. For ten years, they hid in their mountain fortresses, experimenting on the stone. They sacrificed hundreds of rogues and prisoners to unlock its secrets. And now, they have finally learned how to tune it to the frequency of the Lycan Queen.”

Strings to pull, pieces to move, pawns to sacrifice. And dear beautiful, easily manipulated Miles. The prize at the center of this maze. The crown I have coveted since childhood. He was always meant to be mine, would have been, if not for Rhea and her innocent eyes, her earnest heart, and her maddening ability to draw people to her without even trying. My eyes catch his finger twitch. Just once, so faintly I almost miss it. My mouth goes dry, and I sit up straighter.

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.

* * * * * * * * * * Just like any other day, I get up from my bed. My name is Alex Stones, a billionaire. I own several businesses around the country and even outside the country, so money is not a problem for me. All I want right now, that one thing I want so badly right now, is only Seline. If I manage to get her, my life will be perfect. I will be the happiest and the luckiest man on this planet.

Lisa stepped back from his cluthes, her eyes waver between her colleagues who stood by the side, watching her with mocking gazes, and her heart dropped to her stomach. "This is the real you. A gold digger. I gave you everything and you can't even do something so little." He laughed at her belittling. Lisa shook her head, her voice scorched with suppressed sobs. "I didn't ask for any of this!" "But you took it." There was a moment silence, with a faint voice acknowledging it in her head. 'Yes. You took it.' "Leave..you don't belong here." Lee snarled and in the blink of an eye a large box appeared in her hands.

He watched me like he’d already undressed my soul—and didn’t like what he saw. My feet moved without permission. Up the steps. Each one heavier than the last. He didn’t speak. Didn’t touch me. Just stepped aside, letting me pass. I stopped beside him. “I hope it was worth it,” I said quietly. “Killing him. Stealing me.” He turned his head slowly, his voice a low drag of velvet over steel. “I don’t steal what’s already mine.” Heat flared in my chest—and lower. God help me, part of me wanted to slap him. The other part wanted to feel that voice against my skin.