Steal Your Heart Novels & Stories

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.

Wild eyes, flushed cheeks, hair tousled, robe slipping from one shoulder. I look… dangerous. Broken. Cornered. I sink onto the stool, gripping the edge until my knuckles bleach white. My phone buzzes again. New hashtags. New posts. New lies. New truths. Everything mixed into a poisonous cocktail meant to destroy me. My heart pounds so hard it hurts. This isn’t just scandal. This is annihilation. This is war. And there’s only one name in my mind. One name that fits into the shape of the betrayal burning through my veins.

"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?"

"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!"

"Please kiss me!" "Don't be desperate." I tease. "It looks ugly on you. Anyway, are you going to ask me?" "Ask you what?" "About the ten thousand dollars?" I quirk an eyebrow. "Me being a thief." "It didn't come as a surprise." He says. "You have a habit of stealing things. Like when you stole my heart." "That's so cheesy." I roll my eyes. "And cringe. So cringe I wanna crawl into my skin. Never use that line on any other girl. She will die of second hand embarrassment."

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.

I dialed the single number saved to the burner phone. “What happened?” Ma’s strong voice asked after the second ring. A call from this phone meant only one thing. Those things had gone tits up. Since we had gone off our own, we had never had to make this call. I felt ashamed of myself for having to call my parents for help now. “They took Helen,” I said. “You let them take your sister?” Pa roared. I winced, feeling a headache coming on. “Who did this?” Ma asked. “Sartorre. He wants his ten million back. With a twenty-five million dollar interest. Do we have that kind of money?” I asked desperately.

Moving as quietly as I could, I went down the hallway, up the stairs, into the safety of my bathroom where I locked the door and turned on the shower to hide any sound. My hands shook as I took out my phone, typing a quick message to Sofia: "Need to meet NOW. They're planning something." Only then did I reach into my bag and take out Alejandro's paper heart. I traced the words with my finger, holding onto their promise like a lifeline. From broken things, beauty grows. I hoped it was true. Because everything in my life was about to break completely.

Saint and I had just gone there to keep an eye on our latest target, and after the day's job, we decided that having a good fuck won't be a bad idea. It was meant to be something casual, just to let off steam and stress, like we always do, but somehow, it went way above that. That mysterious woman did one of the things the people of that pack were good at... Stealing. She stole my fucking heart. My mind. My goddamn soul. When I woke up that morning, she was gone. I was disappointed, to say the least. But Saint's anger over his stolen wristwatch hijacked any chance I had to look for her. And we had to return to the pack first thing that morning to attend to an emergency.

Levi was definitely the type of man who would not want to share his prize possession… She did not care about Levi at this moment… If max decided to take her home she would definitely show him a good time. Levi was busy going through his incoming mail. When a notification popped on his phone.. Mr. CEO Model was all he could see. The girl in the photo was Mia and she was smiling. He threw his phone on the floor and yelled That Bitch.. Mia was his woman an no other man could have her.. Max Long must go and he would be the one to make it happen. The man was just in his girlfriend office and now out to lunch with his mistress… How dare he try to steal what’s mine…