Dost Thou Even Steal Hearts Novels & Stories

*Dug dub dug dub* *swallow*swallow* *Dug dub dug dub dug dub* Is my heart that noisy? many women say I'm handsome but my heart doesn't beat faster. Do I have a heart disease? "Pfft what, your liver is shaking?" He said laughing, I just shook my head. "It's really crazy." "Huh? What? I'm beautiful? I know that but thank you." I just scratched my head. I'm here now in the unused classroom, because it's old. "Have you been here for a while Steven the badboy." You can be a badboy, you're even more of a badboy than me! It's going to be Merk!

I was told you are seeing my great granddaughter… I advise you to leave her alone before I ruin you… it’s not good enough you stole from my family but now you try to make your way into my daughter home… I didn’t know taking what belongs to me as stealing… Don’t worry I will keep my distant from you old man… You bastard.., Everyone the doors to the ballroom have been opened… if everyone could follow me… the maid escorted everyone to the big ballroom…

me: "hey hey clam down... I am your cupcake.. I am poor one.. don't show your anger on me.. there is no jack here.. " Jessica: "ufff...!!! fine.. I will go to take bath.. later you go.. " I nodded my head.. she went to cupboard and took her night dress and went to bathroom... I took my guitar and started to sing... MY HEART IS NOT WITH ME YOU STOLE IT MY HEART IS NOT WITH ME YOU STOLE IT THIS COLD BREEZE TELLING ME THAT YOU BECAME MY HEART YOU BECAME MY BREATH THIS MOON IS TELLING ME THAT

“The Heart is yours.” Lia didn’t answer right away, the weight of Rhea’s words sinking into her. **The Heart is mine.** It should have been a triumph. It should have felt like victory. But all Lia could feel was a quiet, gnawing sense of loss. The Heart had chosen her, but at what cost? And could she even control it? Could she truly wield its power without losing herself entirely?

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

The room was being forced to remember its first betrayal from the inside out. The silver presence looked at the black heart, then at me, then through me toward Ty above. When she finally spoke, her voice came through every layer of the sanctuary at once—deep as water, sharp as grief. “You have broken the theft,” she said. “Now choose: destroy my heart and collapse the sanctuary with everyone still inside, or take it into yourselves and become what they feared from the beginning.”

“I, Alessandro Caruso, decide when to trash you. Because right now, you’re my little play thing. My toy…. I owe you.” “No! I’m not your…..ahhh” I screamed as he forcefully turned me then yanked my hair with my front now roughly pressed against the car. Alessandro leaned in. I gritted my teeth as his hot breath tickled my ear. “I owe you. Your body, your soul, your mind, even the air you breathe all belongs to me from now onwards.” “You’re mad!!” I managed to sputtered out despite the pain around my scalp. But his laugh shut me up. “You could have thought of that before stealing from Alessandro Caruso.”

"What if one day she mistakes one of your important clients for a mistress and attacks her? The loss wouldn't just be financial. It would hurt your reputation too." Steven lightly tapped his fingers against the side of his whiskey glass. Molly noticed his hesitation. The corners of her lips lifted slightly before she quickly suppressed the smile.

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—"

The glowing magic pulsed again, and he jerked with a raw, broken sound that tore into me like a blade. My mother’s laugh grew louder. Sinister. Wild. “No, darling,” she said. “I did it by stealing hearts. And not in the romantic way.” My stomach flipped. She pointed the black dagger at Dante without even looking at him. “I need his stupid heart for a spell. A very rare, very ancient spell. One that will make me forever young.” My heart hardened. I felt the anger tighten inside me like a fist. “You’re not getting it,” I said, my voice low and steady.