Stolen Hearts Novels & Stories

"Why would you say that? You don't know him, Amy. You don't know him as I do. He is the most vicious person I ever know. He doesn't care about anyone, not you not me." Zack's eyes blazed with anger. He clutched the stone in his hand too tight. Too tight that I worried it will cut him and bleed him. "You promise me one thing." He turned to look at me, the anger in his eyes was gone and was replaced by desperation. The stone fell on his side with a clink. "What?" "That you will stay away from him." He whispered. "I.." "And I know that he is a shareholder of Limelight Interiors and he wants to acquire it. All he wants is revenge against your father."

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

He then slid his arm around my waist and said, "Did you really think I wouldn't see through your act with Cody?" I felt my face heating up. I replied stubbornly, "Cody's hotter than you!" Kai's eyes went dark as he forcefully shoved me back against the wall. He then shoved his pants down, something hard springing up from being released from its fabric constraints. "Oh, yeah? Then take a good look at my nine-inch monster. Think it's hot enough?" He suddenly hugged me and said, "Aiden, I'm sorry. Please don't abandon me. I was wrong for stealing all your girlfriends. I just… I just didn't want to see you with anybody else."

“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.”

incinerated by the fact that the Human Heart is Un-Writeable. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Glitch," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Forty-Fourth Layer was no longer a cathedral; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new choice and every drop of blood was a new ocean.

Suddenly, she let out a shriek that did not sound human. It was as if something inside her had been ripped away in an instant. The last trace of stolen luck, the final thing that had never belonged to her, vanished completely. All the consequences she had built up came crashing down at once, like a volcano that had been waiting to erupt. A sharp crack split the air. Above the stage, the massive LED screen flickered violently, sparks bursting out in a blinding flash. The steel cables holding it snapped. The enormous screen plunged downward with a deadly roar, straight toward Cecilia.

All the more, she disliked him for forcefully ruining someone's happiness just because he thought he felt something for her. Vivian didn't care if he thought he had a reason for stealing her from her wedding back then, however, having been plunged into this world of darkness, she knew that one would have to fight for themselves, whether what you desired is love, just like Davina had been willing to do anything for Sebastian, or freedom, just like she is willing to do anything to get away from him, she would have to open a new part of herself. A side that's willing to fight for what she wants, whatever it takes, even if it'd have to put a lot of lives at stake.

She had hoped, prayed, that the Heart’s magic had truly been gone, but now this new revelation felt like the worst kind of betrayal. "You’re lying," Elena spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "We destroyed it. It’s gone." Thorne smiled, a wicked grin that sent a ripple of unease through the group. "The Heart is never gone. It simply waits for the right hands to summon it. And that power—" he gestured toward her, his fingers twitching with malicious intent—"belongs to me now." Elena’s chest tightened. She wanted to step back, to escape the suffocating presence that seemed to surround Thorne, but she couldn’t. His gaze was like a magnet, pulling her in, making it hard to breathe.

There was no doubt that she was lucky but also deeply unfortunate. She soon realized that while her fiancé publicly defended her, he didn't truly love her. "Move aside." The shards from the broken plaster were sharp, slicing the skin of his palms when he tried to gather them. Blood dripped steadily from his hands, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain. He was focused solely on piecing the fragments back together. "What have I done? What have I just done?" Each broken shard carried a memory, tormenting his heart as he tried to reconstruct what was lost.

How could Jocelyn not feel stifled? XXX