Stolen Hearts: Between Two Brothers Novels & Stories

“Do you hear me? You will stay the fuck away from Lilith. From my wife.” He looked at me without fear. “I wish I could, brother. But you’re too late. She’s in love with me.” I snapped. My hand found his shirt again, tighter than before, yanking him so close I could feel his breath. “I don’t care what you two had. I don’t care if she loves you. She is mine. And mine alone. Get that into your goddamn head and leave my wife alone.” My voice broke at the end. “I didn’t know…” I whispered, staring at him with something deeper than anger. Something close to betrayal. “I didn’t know you could do this, Nolan. I never knew you could do this.”

Adrian dropped the remote and picked up his phone, scanning through the comments on the program; it seemed Bianca's strategy had worked; she had cleaned up the mess she started in the first place. He was going to do all he could to ensure Bianca didn't get a jail term as he had promised her. Seeing as the protesters had withdrawn from attacking Golden Fingers, relief washed over him. His only worry was, who the hell tried to steal the secret? Diane screamed out loudly and cussed nonstop as the flash she paid dollars to acquire turned out to be a boring animation. “Those assholes have swapped the flash!” She shouted banging hard on her car windscreen till it cracked. She should have known Adr

The hotel workers didn't get the hang of anything because they didn't know that Elena used a tracker to find the exact room he was in. “He took what doesn't belong to him and he knows how much I hate it. I have to work for my money, I have always hated stealing and he knows that.” Martin wasn't pissed over what he did. He liked it to an extent that his brother was dead because he remembered when his brother shot his father dead because he stole and blamed it on him. “How would you learn to live with the fact that your brother is dead and you're the one that killed him?” Roy asked, remembering how his brother shot him and tossed him away like he meant nothing to him.

Chapter 186 The Delwunco name had been written in blood for far too long. Now, in the fading twilight of an empire, two men stood on opposite ends of a silent room, Ruben and Ken, brothers who had once sworn to destroy each other, bound now by scars deeper than flesh. The old warehouse smelled of dust and rust, the ghosts of their past watching from every shadow. Ken leaned against the cracked pillar, his shoulders heavier than Ruben had ever seen them. His face was older, not just in years but in grief.

I glared at him. “I don’t care!” I shouted as I stormed past him on my way to the library. My heart was telling me to stop, go back and apologize, but my ego wouldn’t let me. I also wanted to check on a couple of things in the library! As far as I can remember, nobody has ever survived if their sire was killed. There was one mention of an unlinking spell, but there was no mention of whether it worked. I hated that our books weren’t a complete history! As I walked into the library, the shelf at the back caught my eye and I sighed. I walked straight there and a bit into my wrist letting the blood drop on the floor in front of it. The heavy locks opened behind the shelf as it slid to one side a

Her eyes showed a reflection of mixed horror and betrayal, "You had a brother and you never told me?" "Ruby," I pleaded, "I have no idea who this creep is." "Is that anyway to talk about your big brother?" the man said, shaking his head, "I think not." "You aren't my brother," I growled in a grim finality, "My only siblings are my sisters, Brandy and Blake. I have never seen you in my life." "That's because I've been watching you from afar," the man said simply, taking a few gliding steps toward where Ruby and I sat, huddled together in complete and utter horror.

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.