Stole In My Heart Novels & Stories

“Her name is Desiree Blackwood. She was wearing a green Chanel dress, long and wavy red hair, expensive jewelry—” “I know who Desiree is, Mr. Hart. There's no need for the descriptions.” “Perfect.” “What has she done? Stolen something? Maybe the fine china?” he jokes. I’m no longer in the mood for his jokes. But his words hit home. That’s exactly what she did. She stole something. It may not be the cups and plates, as Bruno said, but she’s still a thief, nonetheless. Because she stole me; she stole my attention. I can forgive many things, but not this, not theft. No one gets my attention that easily and then turns out to be my son’s ex. That's just unforgivable.

Then I will steal hers. Not her breath, not her body, no, that would be too simple. What I want is her heart. For it to shatter into a thousand pieces in her chest. For her to understand, the moment I hold her against me, that there was never any love. Just a trap. A cage I built around her.

I gasp when my wrists are locked in handcuffs, and my own pack mates start to drag me towards the pack house. “Farris?! Farris, WAIT! Please!” I scream, “I’m not a stealer, I swear! I’m normal! I’m normal and I love you, baby, please! Stealers aren't real!” Sobs fall from my lips, and this time the pain I feel is my heart breaking. This time, the tears don’t burn but are ice cold. ***

And even though I still couldn’t clearly see their face— I felt it. That gaze. Locked onto mine. Unyielding. “I came,” they said slowly, “To take back what was stolen.” My breath caught. Stolen…? Before I could ask— The heartbeat surged one last time. Loud. Overwhelming. And then— Everything went black.

he said and pulled me away. He took me under the stairs and pushed me against the wall. How do I always end up here? "What do you want, Tony?" I sneered. "You," he said. "Well I don't want you back. I only played along so I can break your heart," I said, trying to keep my cool. "And you did," he took my hand and presses my palm against his heart. "You win. You stole my heart and you broke it. Now I want you to piece it back together," his eyes bored into me.

“The doctor said I haven’t healed. If you take my heart, I won’t wake up.” “Then don’t wake up,” my mother snapped, finally looking at me. There was no mistaking the vitriol in her eyes. “Elena is back now. We have our daughter. We don’t need the one who let her get kidnapped. Giving Leo your heart is the only way you’ll ever be equal to her sacrifice.”

by saying this he slowly disappeared from there what's wrong with my heart why it is feeling heavy and why it is aching while he is leaving why my heart is asking me to stop him why my inner self wants to hold him from going what's wrong with my heart I didn't noticed tears rolling from my eyes untill sister wiped them she asked "why you didn't stopped him when you wants him" I said "I'm scared sister what if I loose him also like I lost everyone" she said "don't think everything in negative dear everyone has right to be happy so hurry up before it's too late" I nodded my head she left I slept on my bed with heavy heart and teary eyes how can that stalker becomes close to my heart in one day

Tears streamed freely down my cheeks, burning hot trails into my skin. He did this. He did this to me. Kester. That selfish, manipulative bastard! He switched the pills. Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and bitter, dripping off my chin. My heart cracked open in ways I didn’t even know were possible. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t believe this. He had taken my virginity. He took my body. He took my heart. And now... He had stolen my choice, too.

me: "hey hey clam down... I am your cupcake.. I am poor one.. don't show your anger on me.. there is no jack here.. " Jessica: "ufff...!!! fine.. I will go to take bath.. later you go.. " I nodded my head.. she went to cupboard and took her night dress and went to bathroom... I took my guitar and started to sing... MY HEART IS NOT WITH ME YOU STOLE IT MY HEART IS NOT WITH ME YOU STOLE IT THIS COLD BREEZE TELLING ME THAT YOU BECAME MY HEART YOU BECAME MY BREATH THIS MOON IS TELLING ME THAT

“Sometimes I catch myself watching him, feeling this burning, twisted envy. He doesn’t even try to win people over — they just fall for him. And me? I have to scheme, plan, manipulate… and even then, it’s never enough. It’s not fair. He’s everything I wish I could be, and it drives me insane. If anyone knew how much I truly hated him, they’d understand why I smile when I see him stumble, why I feel a secret satisfaction when things don’t go perfectly for him. He makes me want to claw my way to the top, just to prove that I can be better than him. But deep down, I know I’ll never be like him. I’ll never have that effortless charm, that natural allure, that ability to make everyone, especially