I Stole Her Heart Novels & Stories

"I want what I want, Vera, and I want you." "You know nothing about me, except I am a thief." "No, I know more than that. I know you are strong, brave and I know you are also impertinent and rude. I know the fire in you, and the rain, too. I know you take care of Hayden and Lili and the others, too. They look up to you, they trust you. And yes, you stole from me, more than the Eye of Sabius. You stole my kiss. But, it is only barely a scratch on the surface, and I want to know more about you. More. I am greedy like that."

Ontario shouted behind me That bastard, did he just have to remind me of my sad reality? Well, so my celebrity crush turned out to be one hell of a arrogant and annoying dude! I swear I’ll never believe anything I see on TV, never again. I might as well grow old without ever falling in love. Sad! “Hey, you’re Charlotte right?” An arrogant looking young lady said walking up to me Yeah, go on and ruin the rest of my day! I nodded in response “Well that lady over there said you’re the doctor taking care of Jake, Take me to see him right now!” She ordered like she was some kind of big shot or something

I dialed the single number saved to the burner phone. “What happened?” Ma’s strong voice asked after the second ring. A call from this phone meant only one thing. Those things had gone tits up. Since we had gone off our own, we had never had to make this call. I felt ashamed of myself for having to call my parents for help now. “They took Helen,” I said. “You let them take your sister?” Pa roared. I winced, feeling a headache coming on. “Who did this?” Ma asked. “Sartorre. He wants his ten million back. With a twenty-five million dollar interest. Do we have that kind of money?” I asked desperately.

Every threat, fear, emotional moment, had tears streaming down my cheeks as I twisted my hand within his chest. I ripped his heart out with one swift pull. Blood squirted from the open hole in his chest and his head fell slowly to the side. Abe’s eyes remained wide open. I threw his heart across the room, stumbling backwards and backing away from his mangled body.

I wanted her to be mine. I felt something for her—love perhaps? I wasn't certain. But a sudden emotion washed over me seeing her that night, and it most certainly hasn't stopped. Even if I had to go down to the lane, down to the grounds, into the mud, and even lower than the earth, Into hell, just to make sure she was mine, I certainly would. Losing her wasn't an option; indeed, she had stolen from me. My heart… she stole my heart.

"Ms. Presley, don't you know that it's really pathetic to play hard to get? "Well, I can understand you. You have put in so much effort, but they still don't love you. Of course, you can only resort to desperate measures." With that, Tammy took advantage of Blaire's momentary distraction, grabbed the watch from Blaire, and smashed it onto the floor. In an instant, the watch worth a hundred million dollars shattered into pieces. Blaire watched it happen in disbelief. Her anger surged up, and she raised her hand to slap Tammy across the face. The sound of a crisp slap echoed, and Tammy instinctively covered her swollen face in a daze.

Everything I built, everything I sacrificed for, was about to be torn apart by the woman whose love I threw away. The worst part? I couldn't even be mad. It was payback, plain and simple. I ruined the most important thing in my life, and now she was doing the same to me. I opened my laptop and did something I hadn't done in five years—I looked up Izabela Romano. I found articles, photos from events, and interviews that showed a woman who'd become everything I wanted her to be. But a photo from a charity thing got to me. Bella was at the edge, trying to stay out of the shot. She wore a black dress that made her look like royalty, her hair up to show the neck I loved to kiss. But the little gi

Liesel Sawyer, my brand-new ex-girlfriend, gave me the same reason all of my past girlfriends gave me when they also broke up with me. "You're such a boring guy, Aiden. Can't you be more like Kai? Look at how he treats us girls and sweeps us off our feet? Why don't you learn from him?" I balled my hands into fists. It felt like I'd just been cucked. Liesel was the eighth girlfriend Kai Valentine had stolen from me. I pretended to be fine and agreed to the breakup. However, as soon as she left, I immediately shot up, grabbed my army knife, and dashed toward Kai's nest in eastern Deyork.

“No, darling. This is your problem. She’s your mess.” There was a beat of silence. She could hear the faint exhale through the receiver, the kind he used when he was holding back anger. “I didn’t know who she was when I met her,” he said. “That’s the tragedy of your generation,” Victoria murmured. “You lead with your heart, then blame everyone else when it gets bruised.” He said nothing. She allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. Silence was her favorite weapon. “You’re going to end this quietly,” she continued. “Offer her money, enough to make her disappear. These girls always have a price. When she realizes she’s out of her depth, she’ll take it and vanish.”

I dismissed the thought, telling myself I was just not used to her yet. We walked together, chatting casually, when suddenly I felt a violent shove from behind. I tumbled down the stairs, pain exploding in my head. I grabbed the railing just in time, stopping myself from falling further. My heart raced as I turned to look at her. She walked toward me, her eyes blazing. “You think I will spare you?” she sneered. “After taking what’s mine? I have loved Orion since the moment I laid eyes on him. Then you came and stole him from me. If I can’t have him, no one will.”