A Heart Worth Stealing Novels & Stories

I placed my head on his chest listening to his fast heartbeat. Unlike Alex, his hands stayed on my hair and didn't make any contact with my back. It's not like I would mind because I'm comfortable around Jason but he got brownie points for keeping his hands away from my bareback. This moment felt so serene, so perfect. I don't know how long we stayed in that position but the next thing that jerked us back to reality is Mrs. Miller talking in the microphone that the auction is going to start and the money collected today will be given to women and child welfare in Africa.

Those girls don't matter anymore, for they were just flings and nothing more. What matters is my relationship with my wife. My present wife, my Sapphire. "Let's replace your thoughts with something else, hmm?" I licked on her neck and she squirmed. I pushed my sweet princess on the bed and she giggled. It was the perfect music to my ears. If all the pain and sacrifices were the price I have to pay for stealing her heart, I'd gladly accept it. I surrender myself, I surrender myself to you, baby... Take this devilish heart of mine and keep it yours forever.

Not with the curious glances from other customers beginning to gather. Her heart pounded harder. Her thoughts spiraled uncontrollably—one worse than the next. What if they thought she stole it? What if—Her breath hitched. She didn’t even realize how long she had been standing there until the cashier returned—this time with a man beside her. He held the card. “Good day, ma’am. Is this your card?” he asked immediately, his voice firm, authoritative. Belle’s chest tightened. “Ahm—it’s not what you think—it was given to me,” she blurted out, panic breaking through her words. Her voice trembled, barely holding together.

They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and right now, I can feel that fury igniting within me. The injustice of it all fuels a dark, thrilling resolve. If Mike and Mabel think they’ve won, they’re mistaken. I’m about to turn this betrayal into something far more interesting. Mike took what mattered to me, and now, I’m going to take something equally valuable to him. This is more than just revenge; it’s a chance to reclaim my power, to prove that I’m not to be trifled with. I’ll steal his father’s heart. And I’m going to ruin Mike.

] My heart was pierced by the sharp lie as I read the message. If it had been before, I would have been thrilled. He always brought me gifts whenever he came back from a business trip. This time, I was standing in the airport lobby, waiting to surprise him. Instead, I was the one who got surprised. From a distance, I saw a familiar figure emerge from the gate. He was tall and broad-shouldered. His black suit made his imposing presence stand out even more. Yet there he was, gently holding a woman by his side. His gaze was brimming with affection. That woman was glowing with happiness, her belly round with pregnancy. It was Whitney.

"Why would someone want to steal money records from a case that's already been finished?" Sofia and I looked at each other. The same terrible thought hit us both. "Because", I whispered, "someone needs to change the story. And without that book, they can." Outside, thunder rolled like a warning. The storm that had been building for weeks was finally here. And we had just lost our strongest weapon right when we needed it most. The night felt darker than ever.

“The doctor said I haven’t healed. If you take my heart, I won’t wake up.” “Then don’t wake up,” my mother snapped, finally looking at me. There was no mistaking the vitriol in her eyes. “Elena is back now. We have our daughter. We don’t need the one who let her get kidnapped. Giving Leo your heart is the only way you’ll ever be equal to her sacrifice.”

I had never understood until this moment how terrifying that kind of love really was. The girls gathered closer around the hidden chamber’s centre, their silver-lit forms trembling with memory. Not broken, they whispered. Returned. The blind-eyed girl stepped nearest the heart and looked at me with those ruined, luminous eyes. It was made from what was stolen. It answers to theft. It can only be undone by restoration. “Restoration of what?” I asked, though some part of me was already afraid I knew. The answer came from many mouths but one truth. The witness they cut away from her. The mercy they severed to make command obedient. The living echo of what they removed still runs in the dual des

Frost said nothing, waiting expectantly. Haltingly, I explained how I had attempted stealing a rare gem from a collector, only to accidentally release the imprisoned dragon within. Scar had hunted me down, claiming I 'stole' his heart and demanding I return it. Frost listened intently as I described being forced to stay in Scar's lair as he compelled me to help locate this precious 'heart.' Only when I overheard his plans to kill me once it was found did I manage to escape into the blizzard.

He grunted and walked towards them fastly. Unknowingly, it was Heart’s first booking experience where she was even taken out of the bar. The old guy was a rich billionaire politician. Heart was so nervous as she was still standing next to the old guy. The old guy grabbed Heart’s wrist. Heart’s eyes widened. ‘Oh, no. If I don't do it, I won’t be able to work there. Meaning, Dimitri will die because of me!’ Heart thought as she was sweating looking into the old guy’s eyes.