Stole In My Heart Novels & Stories

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

Taking me to a world I had only read about. I could feel the love as his lips moved against mine softly. I could hear the promises in his steadily beating heart. I could see the dreams we could achieve as I closed my eyes, feeling myself disappear into a story that only ended in a happily ever after. And in this world of broken hearts, I had chosen his, to make it mine. And I had no intention of returning it ever.

I softly hit him before laughing a bit. "By the way, it was good that you stop biting your nails." He was still trapping me around his arms before I tapped his back to tell him to let go of me for him to see my fingernails that I just a bit while waiting for him. I saw how his lips lift in each corner. "You never changed. You are still the girl I courted many years ago. The only girl who stole this stup*d heart of mine, this heart that has been stolen by the perfect thief."

That part of me that has spent so long believing I ruin everything I touch. My fingers grip his shirt tighter as I whisper, “Then why does it feel like I stole something from you?” His brows furrow, his head shaking slightly. “You didn’t steal anything.” “I wasn’t even present, Jace.” My voice cracks. “I was spiraling. That’s not how it should’ve been for you.”

“Brat, why are they chasing after you?” Exhausted, Alex slumped to the ground. “I somehow encountered a huge heart that lives inside my body as its host. These two guys are here to snatch it. It seems to be of a great origin, but it has fused with my heart. I can’t possibly gouge my heart out, right?” Grand Emperor Rowan stared at the location of his heart again and again. Alex covered his heart with his hand quickly. “What are you doing? You aren’t trying to steal my heart, too?”

But I need to do it. If you do, they wanted me to call me crazy because of this mindset? Well, you're free to call me that. You can even slap me because I deserve that. I don't want to see him broken but I still want to continue my plan. MISSION: BREAK MY BOYFRIEND'S HEART. But... But how to break a heart? How to break his heart, I can't break his heart just like that, I love him so damn much… Suddenly, I saw Charles' face flashing in my mind…

I pried the vent open and— Nothing. Not a single fucking cent. My hands flew inside, groping blindly, even though my eyes already told me what I didn’t want to believe. My stash was gone. She took it. She stole my future. A sound clawed up my throat—something raw and painful—but it never made it past my lips. I sucked in a sharp breath, swallowing it back, shoving it down, down, down. I wanted to scream. I wanted to hit something. I wanted to cry.

"You have made me a prisoner to your heartbeat, mortal." "I didn't ask for this!" I yelled, pulling my hand back just enough to break the fierce grip, though I kept my fingers brushed against his sleeve so he wouldn't collapse again. Tears of frustration and fear stung my eyes. "I didn't ask for Leo to ruin my life, I didn't ask for Zara to steal my work, and I certainly didn't ask to wake up a statue in my living room!" Stan stared at me, the anger in his molten eyes slowly softening as he took in the raw, jagged pain written across my face. He saw it—the hollow, bleeding wound left behind by betrayal. He knew what it was to be stolen from.

I've just been buried in bed, eating fries and chicken. I hate my life. I hate everything about my life. I poured my heart and soul into that gown only for it to be stolen. Never to be seen again. The police said that it's a case of robbery. Robbers broke into the studio and stole the expensive dress. It was full of diamonds. Ofcourse it would get stolen.

I told him and he knows I'm serious " Mehak.. I… you.. "He stuttered " I know kiaan that you have no Feelings for me. I totally understand a girl like me can't be loved by you. It was my fault don't feel bad"I told him " it's not that case Mehak. I feel myself lucky to be loved by you and I would have also reciprocated your feelings if my heart was mine. You're a very good person Mehak a person with a golden heart. But the problem is my heart Is already stolen by someone. I can't give it to anyone because it doesn't belong to me anymore. And I never saw you in that way I always helped you and take care of you thinking you as my sister. I have never thought about you like that"He said and I d