Stole In My Heart Novels & Stories

the closeness didn’t feel like a trap. It felt like safety. “You are stealing my heart .."

My palm felt his heart, and I reached out for it, ripping out of his miserable chest. His mouth widened, and he took his last breath, falling to the ground. With his heart in my hand, dripping with blood. I move closer to the once happy crowd, who are now filled with fear and terror. “This heart belongs to your stupid leader,” I let the heart drop off my hand and I smash it with my foot.

"You are already the wife of my heart." The deadbolt unlatches and the door creaks open slightly. I see a small sliver of her face and it is red and puffy from too much crying. Even in her anguish, she is beautiful. My heart breaks to see her in so much pain. As lovely as she is, I hate it when she cries. I'd give her the world to keep her from feeling hurt ever again. "I guess I can let you in," she sniffles as she opens the door the rest of the way. "But I expect proper groveling from you, Mr. Steele."

The room was being forced to remember its first betrayal from the inside out. The silver presence looked at the black heart, then at me, then through me toward Ty above. When she finally spoke, her voice came through every layer of the sanctuary at once—deep as water, sharp as grief. “You have broken the theft,” she said. “Now choose: destroy my heart and collapse the sanctuary with everyone still inside, or take it into yourselves and become what they feared from the beginning.”

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

arghhh what's this confusion? I need to know what exactly she mean by heartbroken, I have seen her writing diary daily, if I steal it, I can know many things through it, it's a good idea she went to shower, I searched her bag and found her diary, I took it and went to my study and locked the door to read her secrets peacefully I'm so bad, I'm invading her privacy, but I'm helpless I need to know what's in her heart, so I should do this stupid thing

God knew I hated the fact that I put the sadness, the hurt there He jerked his head and with a quiet“ see you later” he walked away. ‘Would you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Would you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul? …… I know you will, I know you will, I know…..that you will’ This song continued in the background and Wilson walked away I was a fool a coward…..a….God! I am so sure Wilson didn't know the reason for the abrupt change that happened that night between Russell and I

It's just delightful. Go ahead and let it all out now. You can scream, jump around, call me a liar or a freak—whatever you feel like doing, just do it. I understand it’s a lot to take in. I can’t stand hiding anymore, so I’m dumping it all out in one go. Since the moment I was born, I've been able to read minds. Yes, you heard me right. I've never shared this with anyone, not even with my own family. Not with my mom, or with my dad, before he passed away.

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.