He Stole My Heart Meaning Novels & Stories

"Aren't you tired of it? Why don't you back out a little bit until you learn that what you feel for me isn't love but lust?" "I can determine love and lust." "You do?" she asked sardonically. He took her hand and placed it on his chest where his heart was beating crazily. "Do you feel that? Did you feel how my heart beats like this? This heart only beats like this because of you. This heart was stubborn, and my mind somehow couldn't control it. But I still manage by accepting the fact that—that you stole my heart."

Matteo's hand on my sex stops moving; for a moment, he seems to consider my words before he shakes his head. "You are the one who stole my heart. You are the one who made it impossible to breathe without you." It could be my imagination but his voice has a slight tremble. "What does that even mean?" "It means that I would rather die than be without you; in other words, you are mine because I have no intention of dying anytime soon."

It feels a lot better. "Tell me. What is it? I'll give it to you right away. I'll hand it over so long as you get to stay away. What is it that you want to steal?" I say to him, hoping he'll state something tangible and we can find a way around all of these. "Your heart." He replies monotonously.

Then I will steal hers. Not her breath, not her body, no, that would be too simple. What I want is her heart. For it to shatter into a thousand pieces in her chest. For her to understand, the moment I hold her against me, that there was never any love. Just a trap. A cage I built around her.

Alberich’s angry posture coupled with the mop in his hand, she also hurried forward to stop him. “What’s going on?” Mr. Alberich yelled angrily, “That heartless man is outside!” Silvia shook her head helplessly. Why was her father calling him a heartless man? He was not a heartless person. He had never loved her or cared for her, and his heart had always belonged to Mariah. How could he be called a heartless man if he had never offered his heart to her? A person like Shaun could be called a heartless man. He was once in love with Rosaline before he fell in love with someone else. To be exact, he fell in love with someone else’s money. That was a truly heartless man.

"And then, I will have access to everything." "Good girl," he praises me. "See that you don't disappoint me." Hanging up the phone, I take several deep breaths before I am stable enough to stand. His message is quite clear--Steal the heart of Atlas Steele before the New Year or watch my sister die.

A few words and he has retrieved the key to my heart, unlocked it and stolen it all over again. I hate the fact that the words he just said to me touch my heart the way they do. He has done a terrible, unforgivable thing by choosing a mate when we had not even met each other, but his words of assurance make me want to forget everything and smile and hug him right now. Thank God I'm still sane enough to stop myself from doing such a humiliating thing. Despite the joy in my heart, I keep staring straight into his eyes, frowning like a bear who woke up at the wrong side of the cave… then something strikes me.

He was now dressed in jeans, and we were both wearing yellow shirts, but I did not get a chance to check on his whole outfit because he immediately placed a handcuff on my wrist. "W-what is this?" "I am catching you for stealing my heart," he adamantly said and wore the other piece of the handcuff. What did he just say? I felt like I was walking on air as he pulled me to walk with him. I knew I heard that he said I stole his heart. Is this the one I was waiting for? Is he ready to tell me that he loves me? I can't seem to calm my heart down because I am anticipating him finally telling me he loves me. We entered the elevator, and it was then that I read what our shirts said.

I cry for the love I held for him, and the way it was taken away from me! He took my heart... He took my heart... He took my heart... These words kept resonating in my head but never left my lips. I just can't believe it; he took my heart and promised me his love, and yet, he made no effort to fight for us. He didn't even come to try to win me back. The thought that he so readily gave me up, like I meant nothing, has completely broken my heart.

I bowed politely, and headed for the door. "Gwen!." His deep sexy voice called me back. I paused my stride to listen to what he had to say. "You don't have to feel uncomfortable because of me." "Someone stole something valuable from me, I'm only here to get it back. "I'll be off with the girl who stole my heart soon." He said calmly. I was shattered, he had come for someone else. She was probably his new mate. I was sad to see he moved on so easily after rejecting me. I could feel my heart get torn to shreds. I couldn't help but get curious about what his new girl looked like, or who she was. Tears of jealousy choked my heart, trying to force it's way through my eyes. I took a deep breath an