Stolen Hearts: Between Two Brothers Novels & Stories

Laura said, leaving Carol no choice but to let her. The two of them carried the frame together towards the storage room. Laura could feel some eyes watching them as they walk. She was okay with it but then, she noticed that Carol was awfully quiet the whole way. The frame is indeed heavy, and the storage room is quiet far from her room, especially in this huge mansion filled with long hallways and enormous living rooms. She believes that she did the right decision by helping Carol carry it, but perhaps, she should’ve called someone else to help her instead of this.

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.”

My feet felt nailed to the floor. In the end, I ran. I hated myself for it. I was too much of a coward even to confront them. I wandered the streets alone. Everywhere around me, people walked in pairs or groups. Couples held hands. Families laughed together. Friends huddled beneath umbrellas. Everyone seemed to belong somewhere. I did not. The sky darkened overhead. Then the rain came without warning. Heavy drops pounded against my skin, sharp enough to hurt. I curled up on a street corner, letting the rain soak me through while my tears blurred the world into streaks of light and shadow.

With heavy hearts, they realize that the missing journal holds not only cherished memories but also deepest musings and emotions. A profound sense of loss washes over Bryan and Joe, as if a part of their souls has been taken away. The stolen journal symbolizes a breach in the sanctity of their private world, leaving them with a haunting sense of vulnerability. Determined to find answers and reclaim what is rightfully theirs, they vow to uncover the truth behind the journal's disappearance, for its absence weighs heavily upon their hearts and sparks a flicker of foreboding in their souls.

She took another step. And this time— The world flickered. Not broken. Overlapping. Her path— And something else— Existing in the same space. Elsewhere, Adrian stepped forward too. And the same distortion greeted him. His steady environment— Now intersecting with something unfamiliar. He didn’t look surprised. Only certain. “Our paths are crossing.” Anna’s heart began to beat faster. “That shouldn’t be possible,” she said. The system had made it clear— Independent coherence streams. Separate. Unless—

****** The two souls separated and the two bleeding hearts were left to yearn for each other. ******

One half kept drifting to Asher's smirking face and the irritating heat that flared whenever he crowded my space. The other half kept locking onto Luke's dark eyes staring at me through the rain-streaked windshield. My heart gave a strange, heavy thud at the memory of Luke, and it pissed me off. I couldn't even figure out which brother was making my chest ache more, and the confusion was driving me insane. Sitting here with a bowl of stale chips wasn't going to fix it. "Fine," I groaned, throwing the blanket off my legs and standing up. "I'll go. But the moment it gets weird, we leave."

He was stealing a sister jus like me. "It always starts like this." I exhaled sharply. "Just a moment. Just a touch. We convince ourselves it’s harmless because nobody is watching. But we are just thieves, Lyla." I pulled my hand back from hers, the loss of her warmth making my skin ache. "Men like me... men like Reaper..." I shook my head, staring at the whiskey stain on the bar. "We don't know how to love something pure without ruining it first. We drag the good girls down into the mud and call it romance."

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.