I Stole Her Heart Novels & Stories

“Have you heard anything promising and professional about hired Dr. Therapist?” Kira nearly choked on the drink she was taking, as she tried sitting upright for the gist. “No, let me do her the honor of spilling the tea,” she began, grinning from ear to ear like a kid holding tight to a juicy secret. “Your ex therapist, the hired Evil Eve, in her quest to blacklist you and your billionaire lover boy down, she accidentally ended up in tracking her own husband.” Mo added. “And could you kindly guess who he was graciously getting all sweaty with?”

She just stole my heart away and she threw it on the floor and stumped on it. If only she knows that she is the only girl that has ever touched my heart. I have tried to avoid every girl that crosses my path, but not this one, not Hillary. She warms up my cold heart that has remained frozen for a very long time. I sent my guards to go after her and bring her back to me but the silly idiots just couldn’t find her. They kept going around in circles but she was nowhere to be found. It seems like she just vanished into thin air.

arghhh what's this confusion? I need to know what exactly she mean by heartbroken, I have seen her writing diary daily, if I steal it, I can know many things through it, it's a good idea she went to shower, I searched her bag and found her diary, I took it and went to my study and locked the door to read her secrets peacefully I'm so bad, I'm invading her privacy, but I'm helpless I need to know what's in her heart, so I should do this stupid thing

"No stealing and no gambling. We cannot afford to do either of those things. We need to keep a low profile." "But I get scared and nervous and I want to steal." She whispered. "When you get scared or nervous, just hold my hand. You want to steal something, steal from me." "But I never want to steal from you." "You already have. My heart." "Take that and put it on a cracker, cuz baby that's cheesy." Jovie snorted. "I'm serious though. And you can steal kisses from me too." I smiled. She kissed me. "Like that?"

“You've got no heart!” She snorted. “Everybody has a heart. Mine is just as ambitious as they come. You stole my man, and I want you to die in despair." I was stunned by her erotomania. She was batshit crazy like the rest of them! "You hateful, delusional bitch!" I snapped, "You never had Valen, so I can't steal what you didn't possess. You wouldn't know love if I beat you over the head with it." Hot breath fanned my face, and fingers stroked my hairline.

Just when she had finally started loving someone, that someone turned to be the person she couldn't have and never will. "Scarlet." Her eyes widened at the voice. She quickly wiped the tears away from her face, pulling herself together as she turned and smiled at Zachary. "I'm such a crybaby, crying for silly things like that. Ha ha ha... I will miss the people from your university for sure." She faked another laugh. Zachary stared at her, not saying a word. "What? You think I'm crying because you ignored me? Geez, Zachary," she let out a shaky laugh, "Well, you still owe me for that boat, you know. Don't forget that."

she commented. He noticed how her expression become bitter when she mentioned the name of her love rival, he walks closely to her and took a chair, sitting on it and stared at his wife while finishing her task. Steph is getting distracted for she knows and feels the warmth of his look but she forced herself to ignore his presence even her heart is melting and keeps on beating rapidly. “I think you are the one who stole my heart and not her,” he clearly whispered into her ears to make her heard it.

She shifted uncomfortably, the bruises on her ribs making even small movements a test of endurance. She leaned forward, fingers steady as she inserted the flash drive into the laptop. The drive’s label—*Romano*—flashed across the screen, a cold reminder of the name she’d spent years chasing, a name that had become the bedrock of her vengeance. A name that was, even now, still a mystery.

I looked down at the front row, where Mia sat in a pretty dress, waving at me with both hands, and smiled into the microphone. "Reverence for life. And a father's love for his daughter." The video of my award went viral back home. "Genius Engineer Leaves Overseas, Cracks the Artificial Heart Puzzle!" "The Brilliant Mind His Ex-Wife Drove Away—Now Untouchable!" Sensational headlines dominated every feed. According to Graham, Victoria saw the news in a run-down basement apartment. She'd just been screamed at by her roommate for stealing a pack of instant noodles. When she saw me on the screen—poised, triumphant—and Mia beside me, healthy and beaming, she smashed the only secondhand TV in the r

"Not here." "Where then?" She shook him off, her voice rising, carrying now, drawing eyes from across the room. "Where do I get to say what she is? What she's done? She stole you, she stole my place, she stole my…" "I stole nothing from you," I said. My voice was steady. I was surprised by how steady. "You threatened suicide. You demanded him. You performed on a rooftop while the world watched, and I was the price you paid for the show."