Steal My Heart Novel Caden Shaw นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I curled into him, resting my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. For once, there was no need to prove anything. No need to fight. I belonged. And Elliot Prescott...CEO, heir, heartbreaker...had chosen me to be his always. *** Flashback, College Years It had rained that night. Not a soft drizzle...but the kind of thunderous downpour that blurred streetlights and soaked you before you could duck under cover. I was walking down the hill behind campus, hugging a thin denim jacket around my shoulders, and cursing myself for not checking the forecast.

It was the picture that mattered—the last photograph I had, the one I can’t go a day without staring at. And this stupid girl had the audacity to take that from me, to steal something so precious and then throw it away like it meant nothing. I thought a billionaire like me was untouchable—people don’t just steal from someone like me without facing the consequences. It took some boldness for Elara Walker to pull that off, and I have to admit, there’s a certain strength in her that I can’t help but respect.

"You're the best, Jon!" I admired her quiet focus when she studied, and the kindness that shone through when she helped others overcome their psychological traumas. I loved the way she'd nestle into my arms and look up with that wide grin. I wanted to marry Madeline and spend the rest of my life with her. Unfortunately, Selena wouldn't let me go. "My heart condition is getting worse. Help me find a new heart, and I'll leave you alone," she said. "Otherwise, I'll tell Madeline everything. If I can't be happy, you won't be either!"

Her silence otherwise is deafening; my letters go unanswered, floating into the void like ships without a port. My greatest betrayal weighs on me like a shroud—Declan. I'd taken an oath to bring him down, but love wasn't part of the plan. The man who should have been nothing more than a target stole my heart and soul. And as each day passed within the walls of our marriage, I found myself sinking deeper into an abyss where duty and desire warred with no victor in sight.

Shape Of My Heart - Backstreet Boys Song Twenty-Four. Watch Me Shine - Joanna Pacitti Thank you so much for reading my second book in what I am planning to be a three-book series. Book one: Chase and Savannah's story - A Little Cinderella Moment. Book two: Jen and Greg's story - Lady Of The Dirt Track. Book three: Title TBA - Selena and Lucas' story. I do have another book in the very early stages, and it is something I have never done before, but I am willing to give it a shot for all you readers, so keep an eye out for Bound By Fate & Fang coming soon.

Cassidy's POV The steam from the shower enveloped us like a secret veil, turning the massive marble bathroom into our own private steam room high above the bustling city. Dante's hand was firm in mine as he led me inside, the glass doors sliding shut behind us with a soft hiss that sealed us away from the world. Water cascaded from the rainfall showerhead, hot and insistent, mirroring the pulse still thrumming through my veins from our kitchen encounter. My legs were jelly, every step a reminder of how thoroughly he'd undone me—twice—before the day had even properly begun. But the ache was sweet, addictive, a badge of the passion we'd unleashed.

She pushed them open, stepping into the cool darkness. The city glowed beneath her, relentless, unblinking. Her hand trembled as she stared at the ring, the stone catching light like a lie. “Congratulations.” The voice came from the shadows. Dane stepped forward, the wind teasing his hair, his glass still half full. His tone wasn’t cold this time, just hollow. Rae’s throat tightened. “You knew, didn’t you?” “I suspected,” he said quietly. “He loves an audience.” “Don’t.” Her voice cracked. “Don’t make this harder.”

Like the little baby he was in the past. "Beautiful". Shaina exclaimed as Noah put the necklace in Conrad's neck as Conrad did. She instantly pulled her phone and took so many pictures of boys. She posted a picture on her social media where Noah and Conrad were holding their pendants as a symbol of one heart. She felt like a fan girl supporting her favorite BL couple. ********* "Noah. Am hungryyyy". It was the third time Conrad paused for food. Noah turned to him with wide eyes. "Conrad. You had a full breakfast. Not more than 2 hours ago. And hungry again".

My heart dropped somewhere around my knees. I looked at the lingerie in the box. I looked at Brynn's face, open, warm, completely sincere, looking at me with the specific love of someone who had been worrying about this for years and genuinely wanted good things for me. I thought about a dark hotel room on Christmas night. A lamp turning on. A card pressed into my hand. *Evander Ashford.* I thought about three nights ago. His room. The heavy curtains. *"Still asking." "Okay."*

His voice is a whisper in my mouth. Don’t stop. “I love your soft hair that frames your unreal, stunning face, and that scar on your flawless neck that you’re hiding behind the locks flowing down your shoulders. I am in love with you,” he says solemnly while he shifts the locks of hair to one side and leaves kisses on the mark I fear. My eyes are heavy with tears as my chest heaves, hearing him give back all that he had taken from me for years. I am not ugly. I am seen. And damn, man, I’m loved by Caden. All of me.