Novel Steal My Heart Novels & Stories

"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?"

“Her name is Desiree Blackwood. She was wearing a green Chanel dress, long and wavy red hair, expensive jewelry—” “I know who Desiree is, Mr. Hart. There's no need for the descriptions.” “Perfect.” “What has she done? Stolen something? Maybe the fine china?” he jokes. I’m no longer in the mood for his jokes. But his words hit home. That’s exactly what she did. She stole something. It may not be the cups and plates, as Bruno said, but she’s still a thief, nonetheless. Because she stole me; she stole my attention. I can forgive many things, but not this, not theft. No one gets my attention that easily and then turns out to be my son’s ex. That's just unforgivable.

If he wanted to be like that, then I could play that game too, and I was exceptionally good at the silent treatment. I had been staying here, but I had never gone into the library. I decided it would be my hiding place for the day. I walked down the hall and pushed the heavy door open. The room was beautiful, like a traditional library but warmer and more inviting. I went to the shelf on my right and let my fingers drift across the spines of the books, reading the titles softly.

She doesn’t know I see the way she curls into herself when she lies on that giant bed like a prisoner, or how she lingers in front of the locked drawer where Lewis hides her phone. She doesn’t know it yet—but the game’s already changed. She’ll never know how much I want to grab her, pin her against the counter, and make her forget his name. But I can wait. Because she’s not his forever. She’s not just Lewis’s anymore. Not if I can help it. She’s mine. And I’ll burn the fucking world to steal her. One day soon… her eyes will finally look for me. And when they do, I’ll be waiting.

"Why would someone want to steal money records from a case that's already been finished?" Sofia and I looked at each other. The same terrible thought hit us both. "Because", I whispered, "someone needs to change the story. And without that book, they can." Outside, thunder rolled like a warning. The storm that had been building for weeks was finally here. And we had just lost our strongest weapon right when we needed it most. The night felt darker than ever.

he asked, his tone almost pleading. “I can’t tell my heart who to love,” she said simply, her voice steady despite the chaos. “He kidnapped you! How could you love him?” Diego spat, his anger flaring. “You just know,” she replied, her gaze unwavering. “My heart beats for him now. Not you.” Diego stared at her for a long moment, the gun trembling in his hand. Finally, he lowered it, his shoulders slumping. Without another word, he turned and walked away.

I just couldn't ignore what I was seeing. Unbeknownst to them, I had lingered behind, drawn to the glittering gems and sparkling diamonds like a moth to a flame. This was me, Hazel Willoughby, the real me, I couldn't resist the urge to steal these things. I looked around and when I noticed that the door was opened and no one was near to watch me. What a perfect timing.

If I want to work near Henry, I need to enhance my skills. Yes, it is right to steal the secret documents. But I don't intend to do it anymore. The one who I want to betray now is Victor. He will pay for everything he did to me. Everybody give me a jealous look, especially Diana. Only Mia gives me a bright smile, and I smile back at her. Diana's eyes never leave mine, she's going to kill me if she can. Anyway, haters always hate. The bully will not quit bullying. I let out a deep sigh before going to the main entrance. When the guardian asks for my green card, I give it to him. As I first went out, my breath was held in my lungs.

Frost said nothing, waiting expectantly. Haltingly, I explained how I had attempted stealing a rare gem from a collector, only to accidentally release the imprisoned dragon within. Scar had hunted me down, claiming I 'stole' his heart and demanding I return it. Frost listened intently as I described being forced to stay in Scar's lair as he compelled me to help locate this precious 'heart.' Only when I overheard his plans to kill me once it was found did I manage to escape into the blizzard.

My prince- shit, I mean, the prince would soon be the king of Draconiá, and me, I had to steal the fūcking crown before that, or all of our hopes and dreams would go down the drain. I couldn’t do that to Lili and Hayden. All their lives, they had only seen pain, and loss and suffering. I didn’t want them to face any more of that. The boarding school in Zeyro cost a lot, and I needed to finish this job for that. This time, it wasn’t just for that kick, or the rush. This time, it was essential. Most of the time, it was just because it was fun and easy. "Do you really want to steal from your own mate?” Nova looked at me with a frown.