Stolen Hearts: Between Two Brothers Novels & Stories

"You have a good heart but it's unfortunate you're slow and your brother, smarter. I believe if you can get your brother out of the way, you can win your place in the territory —as the rightful ruler." My plan worked as I least expected it to turn out and in a matter of seconds, the Morghrak brother I had spoken to realized his stupidity but it was too late. His soul is his brothers weakness and vice versa. With just my hands, I was able to rip out both their hearts as they laid helplessly on the ground, their death, certain. As I stared at their lifeless body with panted breath, and with their horns in my hands, I just couldn't help but wonder what or how the whisper had come into play—How

She warned sternly pulling even farther away from him. A look of disappointment showed in his eyes before it turned to anger, "How, how do except me to accept that you chose my brother over me? I will never accept defeat Eliana, never. Had you chosen me then..." He spat angrily his eyes turning to look at Vivian, he continued his words, "...then Vivianna would have been my child, our child." "How many times must I tell you to get rid of your delusions Gregorio? I never chose your brother over you, because you were never in my heart, Thomas has always been the one I love." Eliana retorted straightly.

Like a fool. " So, when will her family be coming? Are you ready to receive them?" " Only her twin sister will come." " A twin sister?" Asked Dylan, surprised. " Yes, a twin sister. Two Diamond Crunchers with the same face, under my roof... I'm truly cursed, my dear friend." His friend said nothing. He heaved a dejected sigh as he emptied his glass again, turning back to the window as if hoping to see the solution to his problems coming from afar...

I asked, guarded, surprised by the warmth in her eyes. She chuckled, a playful melody that echoed through the oppressive silence. "Don't you like your gift?" I sighed, the diamonds mocking me with their cold brilliance. "It's not the gift I despise, it's the giver." She walked in, a whirlwind of casual confidence, and flopped on the bed. "Don't blame my brother." My breath hitched. Brother? The pieces clicked into place, the ethereal beauty that mirrored Alexei's hard edges, the flicker of shared lineage in their eyes.

"And then, I will have access to everything." "Good girl," he praises me. "See that you don't disappoint me." Hanging up the phone, I take several deep breaths before I am stable enough to stand. His message is quite clear--Steal the heart of Atlas Steele before the New Year or watch my sister die.

They both watched blood seep through the fabric of his shirt, staining his hand as he clutched at the wound. Lorenzo's breath stuttered as blood stained his fingers. He fixed her with a furious stare as realization hit him. Elena saw the anger in his eyes and wondered if it stemmed from his perception of her betrayal or the realization of his own carelessness. The crackle of a radio sounded nearby, the garbled chatter of agents barely audible over the wind. His chest heaved with shallow breaths as the words filled the night. ‘… dead body on deck’ the voice rang out like a twisted confirmation of everything unraveling.”

Lisa stepped back from his cluthes, her eyes waver between her colleagues who stood by the side, watching her with mocking gazes, and her heart dropped to her stomach. "This is the real you. A gold digger. I gave you everything and you can't even do something so little." He laughed at her belittling. Lisa shook her head, her voice scorched with suppressed sobs. "I didn't ask for any of this!" "But you took it." There was a moment silence, with a faint voice acknowledging it in her head. 'Yes. You took it.' "Leave..you don't belong here." Lee snarled and in the blink of an eye a large box appeared in her hands.

He took a slow sip from the glass and set it back on the bar. Every trace of amusement fled from his countenance, leaving dark and unreadable… and undeniably hot. His voice came out surprisingly gentle and warm. “I heard about the break up.” The word ‘breakup’ barely left his mouth before my chest tightened. Two days wasn’t enough time for the ache to dull, not when it was his younger brother who left me standing there like a fool. I hated that Adrian knew—hated that his dark eyes softened like pity belonged anywhere near me.

I retorted before ending the call. I felt as though I had relinquished the opportunity to heal my brother, and I was genuinely remorseful. However, I firmly believe that stealing is never justified. It is akin to losing what one has gained in a fleeting moment. I could not take any risks with my brother's well-being. If it is God's will for him to recover, then he shall recover in His name. Tarzan's POV

“In a minute, two of you would be dead and one of you would have to tell me who sent you to do this. Now is the time to tell me before I kill you.” Beads of sweat rolled down their faces. They didn’t talk. In a swift stride, I dug my nails into two of them’s chests, grabbing their hearts in my hands. They didn’t see me coming. The pain and fear in their faces gave me the satisfaction I needed. “Try to regenerate your hearts.” I pulled out their hearts, blood spilled around while they fell to the floor. The hearts were still beating in my hands, terrifying the last man more. I dropped the hearts on the floor and stepped on them.