Stolen Hearts Novels & Stories

She buried those feelings deep within her heart, knowing that they would be her secret to bear alone. ** In the wake of Thorne's departure, Amia felt a profound emptiness within her heart. It was as if a piece of her had gone missing, leaving a void that echoed with loneliness. She had sworn never to trust again after the betrayal she had endured at the hands of Damien and Lily, her once-dear friends from her old pack.

"Seek the Heart, protect the Haven. But be warned, for the shadows of the past are not just memories. They live, they watch, and they hunger for the Heart's return." As the echoes of the Old One's voice faded away, we were left in stunned silence, the weight of our destiny pressing down on us. The lost Heart of the Haven was not just a relic; it was the key to the survival of our world. And somewhere, in the depths of the Veiled Haven or beyond, it awaited — as did the shadows that once sought its power. The race to find the Heart had begun, and with it, a journey that would challenge the very core of our bond and destiny.

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.

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.

One lock undone. The mechanical voice faltered, suddenly uneasy: > 【W-would the remaining honored residents be willing to offer your “Heart of Happiness” to help your family open the Gate?】 So that was it. The keys weren’t metal at all, they were hearts. And not just any hearts. They had to be happy ones. Finn and Susie turned desperately toward their spectral companions. But the three ghosts only shook their heads. “I’m sorry,” one murmured. “Our hearts aren’t red. They’re not hearts of happiness.”

The echoes of the mansion's destiny, liberated from the shadows that had threatened to unravel them, reverberated with a timeless symphony. As they contemplated the transformative power of the Heartstone, the cliffhanger emerged when they discovered a new chamber within Sterling Manor – a chamber that seemed to radiate with celestial energy. The whispers in the night, now gentle and inviting, guided them toward this newfound sanctuary, hinting at revelations that awaited within its walls.

“The thief. They’ve been siphoning money straight from your accounts. It’s… it’s been happening for a while.” I felt my heart skip a beat. My mind was swirling, processing the words as they sank in. “How much?” “Ten million dollars,” he said bluntly, his voice low. “They’ve been draining it over the last few weeks, bit by bit, through the phone’s access. And it’s all been going unnoticed.” I felt my heart skip a beat. Such amount had been stolen from under my nose, and I had no idea. Ten million wasn’t just a number. It was shipments, payoffs, blood money. That kind of theft wasn’t just betrayal—it was war.

And even though I still couldn’t clearly see their face— I felt it. That gaze. Locked onto mine. Unyielding. “I came,” they said slowly, “To take back what was stolen.” My breath caught. Stolen…? Before I could ask— The heartbeat surged one last time. Loud. Overwhelming. And then— Everything went black.

I was alive! I turned around and took a look at the electronic clock on my bedside table. The time and date shown told me that only two hours had passed since I accepted the transmigration mission. On my desk was a tab. The screen lit up and showed the homepage of a story app. At the top of the homepage was a book. It was titled “The Return Of The Real Heiress: My Fiance Stole A Heart For Me.” I took a sip of water. As it slid down my throat, the dryness faded.

I never saw it again. Back then, I was too busy — pregnant, emotionally drained, and stupidly in love. I didn't even notice. He stole it. He knew exactly what he was doing. My hands clenched into fists beneath the blanket. It wasn't just betrayal. It was robbery. He didn't just break my heart — he weaponized my work. He used my mind to save his failing company, earn investors' trust, and gain Linsen's backing. And now, while I sat here barely surviving after saving our daughter from being kidnapped, Steven was probably still smiling somewhere, thinking he'd gotten away with everything again.