I Stole Her Heart Novels & Stories

She continued, "You have always been stealing my shine. The world practically revolves around you. I fell in love with a man, and as usual, you snatched him from me simply because you were rich. And guess what?" I parted my lips to speak, but the words were stuck in my throat. I snapped my mouth shut, feeling my stomach churn. "I decided to pay back by taking back everything you stole from me. I found my way back into his heart and bed. He was mine and will always be mine. I hate you, Heather!" She snarled. Anger seemed through my veins, prompting my fingers to curl into fists. "You bastard." I gritted, narrowing my eyes into slivers.

Amid the havoc no one noticed she was dying. “You…” She tried to speak but couldn’t. I laughed menacingly and bent to her level. “Do you really think I wouldn’t know? You can literally stop Ravel from hurting me but you didn’t. You called me a friend but never cared, even now you used me.” “Do you think I wouldn’t know? What do you guys know about me? It was me who did this.” I hissed, kicking her. “You stole my everything! You heartless beast stole my home!”

Jade looked at his eyes, seeking an answer. Tyler held her eyes captive with his and replied, "You left and robbed me." Jade's eyes grew wide in shock. "No, I didn't take anything from you, you must be wrong." Tyler narrowed his eyes and smirked. "I'm an honest man and wouldn't fabricate a story." Jade held her head because of bewilderment, trying to make sense of what he was saying. "What did I steal from you?" "You stole my heart," Tyler bared his heart to her without holding back.

Lisa stepped back from his cluthes, her eyes waver between her colleagues who stood by the side, watching her with mocking gazes, and her heart dropped to her stomach. "This is the real you. A gold digger. I gave you everything and you can't even do something so little." He laughed at her belittling. Lisa shook her head, her voice scorched with suppressed sobs. "I didn't ask for any of this!" "But you took it." There was a moment silence, with a faint voice acknowledging it in her head. 'Yes. You took it.' "Leave..you don't belong here." Lee snarled and in the blink of an eye a large box appeared in her hands.

After I had paid her back, Holly had tossed aside her college dreams to chase fortunes in Eastbridge City, diving headfirst into the stock market. She thought she would strike it rich with her so-called previous life's wisdom, but the stock market was no child's play. She ended up broke, swallowed her pride, and returned home by train. Our parents urged her to settle down with any bachelor in town, but Holly's spirit was too wild for that. She left, only to resurface in a grim human trafficking scandal. Anthony's army buddy recognized her cries for me and reached out. When I saw her, her eyes pleaded for rescue, but some chains were too heavy for one person to break.

The ringing, the arms wrapped around me, the heavy eyelids, the headache-before I can think any deeper on what happened just moments ago, the door to my room opens up but the light stays off. Where could she possibly be? Piper has never been one to sneak out or stay out past curfew, and if she did surely she would at least call..she wasn't kidnaped was she? What if somebody stole her? Or even killed her? What if she's dead? Okay okay I'm being paranoid. She's probably just out HAVING SEX! Ooooh she is so dead, if she's out at some party getting pregnant right now, well then she's in for a-

She had the place I would never belong. I set the lamp down on the floor and hugged my knees tighter, rocking as the tears kept coming. I didn’t even try to stop them anymore. I let myself break, because pretending to be strong was too exhausting. Kai Blackthorn had stolen my heart when I wasn’t looking. And now, piece by piece, he was tearing it apart. A sound tapped on my window as I looked up with tear filled eyes wondering if I had imagined it. The sound came again, soft but insistent against the glass. I wiped at my swollen eyes, hope flaring in my chest.

She's standing outside a hotel room where she just spent the last hour with another man, and she's telling Rowan she loves him. The door opens wider, and James Sterling steps out behind her. My heart stops completely. "Is everything okay?" I hear him ask quietly, his hand reaching out to touch her waist. "Photos," Sebastian murmurs urgently. "Now, Novalyn. Take the photos now before they go back inside."

She had stopped being careful about a few things in the weeks since Thursday, and this was one of them. We were on the sofa. She had her thesis notes. I had the Sunday paper, which I read the way I read most things — with the back section first, which she had noted once and not commented on since. The afternoon had settled around us in the way Sunday afternoons settled when there was nothing requiring attention. "Tell me the whole thing," she said. I looked up. "The heart." She kept her eyes on her notes. "I know the broad version. Your father at fifty-one. Your uncle at forty-seven. Structural irregularity, six years of monitoring." She turned a page. "I'd like to know the rest."

She immediately called me a terrifying vixen, saying I had actually bewitched David into spending that much on me every month. Then, half-threatening and half-persuading, she gave me two more cards. What Linda didn’t know was that while eight figures sounded like a lot, it really didn’t last. After staying with David, I had developed certain expensive habits. For example, I became obsessed with sponsoring children across the entire country. That same night, I left. To make sure David couldn’t find me, I cooperated with Linda and had several tubes of blood drawn to stage a perfect fake death.