Steal Your Heart By Ross Lynch Novels & Stories

My voice trembled as I answered, “Yes. I’m pregnant… Please, Ross, spare us. For the sake of my children.” For a brief moment, something softened in his eyes. It was so brief I almost didn’t catch it. But then his expression hardened again, and he sneered. “Laila was pregnant too,” he said coldly. “She was going to give birth to my heir. But she died anyway.” Terror coursed through me as I realized how far gone Ross was. He wasn’t just angry—he was consumed by grief and madness. And now, he had us in his grip, with no intention of letting us go.

But the worst part was how affected I was by him. I was here to steal from him, not romance him. I had never in my life been attracted to a mark. It complicated things very fast and the last thing I needed right now was any complication because that could be the difference between my sister getting out in one piece or not. I squared my shoulders and pushed the godforsaken attraction down with sheer force of will. When Jonathan’s eyes finally met mine again, I was ready. “With your head held high.” He finally said. For the first time in my life, nobody spared me a second glance even in my ridiculous get-up. All eyes were on Jonathan Meiland and I was smug with th

The vulnerability in his voice, the longing in his lyrics, resonated with the turmoil within me. I couldn't bear it anymore. I stood up abruptly, my movement drawing the attention of those around me. Now, I could see him clearly, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes a warm, inviting blue. But there was a flicker of something else in their depths, a hint of sadness, of regret, that intensified the ache in my heart. Tears welled up, hot and stinging, and I turned away, unable to face the intensity of his gaze. Rexon, sensing my distress, stopped singing, the music abruptly cut short. I didn't hesitate. I turned and walked away, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind a jumbled mess of emotions.

“How did the Council get something so sacred?” “The night the castle fell,” Mother replied, her voice tight with cold fury. “While the fires burned our history and the Silver Fangs killed my guards, the Northern Council’s elite assassins didn’t go for crowns or gold. They went straight for the treasury vaults. They stole the Heart. For ten years, they hid in their mountain fortresses, experimenting on the stone. They sacrificed hundreds of rogues and prisoners to unlock its secrets. And now, they have finally learned how to tune it to the frequency of the Lycan Queen.”

"I, Alpha Melvin Adams, of the Silver Moon Pack…" "Please don’t…" Tears rushed down my face as my hand clamped over my mouth. "Please… I beg you." "... reject you," his voice broke, and I thought I saw a single tear fall down his cheek. "Lady Suzanne Grace Robinson as my mate and I reject you as the rightful Luna of this pack." He did it. He rejected me. A slight pain crossed my chest, but it was nothing compared to the pain that was brought by the heartache he just gave me. My legs buckled as I dropped to my knees. "Take it back… I beg you.."

"Loving me. It's not that hard. I know you don't love me now because if you did, of course, you would have given me another chance. But you are attracted to me. You admitted it to me, and that's more than enough for me. Valerie, I'll say it again: you're the only woman who has ever stolen my heart. How can a human function without their heart? This is why I follow you everywhere. I can't do anything. My mind is filled with thoughts of you every minute of the day. I see you even when you're not there. Every fiber of my being yearns for you. When you're not with me, I find myself dying of lovesickness. What do I do, Val? Tell me.

I've played the role of the perfect wife and the perfect mother. I'm not losing everything now because some barista thinks she deserves a piece of my empire. The Blackthorne fortune belongs to Ronan. And I'll destroy anyone who tries to take it from him, even if it means crushing a grieving twenty two year old girl who never asked to be born into this mess. Harrison created this problem with his weakness and his guilt. But I'll be the one to solve it. Whatever it takes.

His free hand slid down my side, possessive and slow, stopping just above the waistband of my shorts. “I’ll take care of you, Layla. The way I should have been taking care of you all along. No more scraping by. No more wondering if your mother will remember your birthday. Just you and me… and every filthy thing I’ve been dying to do to this tight little body.” Tears burned behind my eyes. Not from fear. From the sick, twisted relief of finally hearing it out loud. “You’re going to ruin me,” I breathed. Ross’s thumb traced my bottom lip, his eyes burning with something darker than lust—something that looked dangerously close to love.

It was titled ‘Don’t leave my restless heart’ and had a deep, haunting melody that resonated through his whole body and transitioned into a desperate scream of the soul. Shane and Jared came in on their cues just as if they were actually performing it, and the song soared, filling the damp, cob-webbed corners of the warehouse. Lennon sang the lyrics with a gut-burning sincerity that he’d never felt before as the certainty swept through him that all his worries were driven by how much he hated being alone. ‘Don't leave me here with my restless heart The one you filled with emotion Baby, right from the start Because the hardest part Is being alone with my restless heart…’

“Remember, dear. I am a Lycan. And I can hear that heart of yours very clearly.” His finger trails down her neck, making her shiver. Roseanne wants to fight him off, perhaps hit him with a jolt of electricity but his touch made her weak. Within a few hours, he has put a strange charm on her which is impossible to break out of. His finger grazes her skin, moving over her thin dress until he reaches her left breast. “This heart belongs to me,” he softly said. It is not a claim nor is he possessive. Rather, he sounds as if it is the truth. For him, it is a conviction and nothing else.