Steal Your Heart By Ross Lynch Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She told her. “We have to, sorry.” The Lycan challenged, surprising her. Yes she did sleep with Ross before, but that won’t happen again, he didn’t seem to love her anymore. If anything happened again today, it would be her Lycan’s fault for being in heat in such a situation. She needed to quench the fire she felt building up at the pit of her stomach. Ross placed his jacket down and grabbed his laptop. He transferred the entire file into It then gestured for her to come closer and take a look.

And how could I ever forget that Ross had a hand in Lincoln's attempt to abduct my mother? My heart raced as I thought of the potential outcome had we not arrived in time to save her. Ross's treachery knew no bounds and I found myself willing Ryan to go even further, to punish Ross for his misdeeds in the harshest way possible. But Ryan was restrained, his actions calculated and precise, and I could tell he was taking pleasure in toying with Ross's fear. The light from my phone screen lit up the darkness, and I glanced over at Ryan, headphones in, focused on the scene playing out on the large screen. I turned away from him, my thumb moving quickly across the screen as I read the message.

I understand; I've earned her distrust. "I mean it, Roslyn," I say softly, my voice filled with conviction. "I'll make things right between us." Roslyn's expression remains skeptical, her eyes flashing with lingering resentment. She doesn't respond, her silence speaking volumes. I don't pressure her to forgive me or acknowledge my words. Instead, I simply hold her hand, offering a gentle squeeze. It's a small gesture, but I hope it conveys my commitment to rebuilding our relationship. Lylah approached Roslyn with an innocent-looking tray, a steaming cup of tea perched precariously on its edge. Her smile seemed sugary sweet, but Roslyn detected a malicious glint in her eye.

My mate, Lycan Steven, had pretended to be my professor at school. I had been fooled into falling in love with his tactics and acting to reclaim me—his mate. He had successfully claimed my heart again. A low growl interrupted us as a rogue appeared from the bushes. He attacked my mate, but Steven dodged swiftly and clawed the rogue's heart. The rogue was killed instantly, a testament to Steven's strength. After finishing with the rogue by consuming its flesh and discarding its head, I stood there in awe, struggling to grasp the reality unfolding before me.

“Come in.” The door creaked open, and Rocco stepped in, his face unreadable. “We got him.” Drystan stilled. His pulse remained steady, his expression calm, but inside—he felt it. A slow, creeping pleasure curled in his chest. A hunger, dark and unrelenting, twisting deep in his gut. The bastard who burned Roselaba’s home. The man who had made her afraid and deprived her of the peace that she rendered him and the world—the peace he’d to steal and keep to himself alone.

“Isabella you are not that good at hiding things and you know that I have ways you track you down. if I hadn't been underground for all these years I would have found you sooner. you have been lucky that I allowed you to mingle around with other men. you better not think about other men when you're around with me or I will make sure to have them killed right in front of your eyes.” “You will do no such thing Nathan ! your grudges are with me not with them if you have the guts, deal with me. why don't you just kill me and get it over and done with.” Isabella shouted. “Nahhhh..... I can't do that you are my heartbeat and if I cut down my heartbeat it will stop beating but I know your heart bea

Destiny can ditch you in anytime and in any way as it wants. He couldn’t utter a word as she started to walk away from him. He just watched every step she made away from him until she vanished from his sight and all he could see was the flower field illuminated with bright sunshine. Finally, he let go of the tear droplets from his eyes which was fighting with him to flow out, the tear droplets fell on those two tiny hearts making it glisten with sun rays.