Stolen Hearts Novels & Stories

“If anyone can help us, it’s her.” They packed their bags, gathered their research, and set off on a journey to the mountains, determined to find a way to reverse the soul swap and to restore their lives to normal. The Gemini Heart had revealed its secrets, and now it was up to them to unlock its power and to mend the broken bonds that had led to this extraordinary predicament. The road ahead would be long and perilous, but they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united by their friendship, their determination, and their unwavering hope for a brighter future. The legacy of the Gemini Heart, once a source of confusion and despair, had become a beacon of hope, guiding them on a

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 Seeing as the protesters had withdrawn from attacking Golden Fingers, relief washed over him.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 person who deserved to hear that can no longer hear anything. Because of you, she lived her whole life without a clean identity. After she died, even a cemetery application was delayed because her records had already been stolen by you." Henry's shoulders trembled violently. From downstairs, sirens began to rise, one after another, growing closer.

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

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

she assured. I admit that I was trying my best to forget him. I missed him and not being able to see him gives me a rotten feeling. It’s absurd how someone can break your heart and still missing them. And knowing that the person you love loved someone else is the worst feeling to deal with. That's why I need to detach myself from him to protect myself. I need to take the time to understand and love myself to be able to totally move on.

The combination was only known to a select few in the Society, the treasure within beyond the mere concept of money. The objects inside glowed at her presence. A magic wand made of dragon-bone, the cracked horn of an unknown creature, a ring with an emerald in it that contained an entire universe. In the back of the safe, next to a black silk bag and a book of human skin was the pedestal containing the Succubus Heart. Face slack in disbelief, Sarah grabbed it, holding it out in the light to be certain. The ruby was gone. In its place was an exact replica made of ash, ash that quickly crumbled into nothingness in her hands.

I saw only a golden void, a cauterized section of my mind where the Gilded Toll had already collected its f*e. "Memories can be stolen, Marek," I said, my right hand tightening around the hilt of my silver dagger. "A heart cannot be cloned." The Phantom took a step forward. She moved with a liquid grace, that 0.3-second lag barely visible as she reached up and touched the corner of her eye, wiping away a stray tear with a delicacy that made my stomach turn.

I don’t know who invented this ridiculous story but one thing’s for sure, Steffan and Dem are business partners now. “And only those with pure hearts could help seal the darkness inside. For wicked stones could easily leak to wicked hearts. I could sense you have a pure heart, miss. You’re the only one destined to wear this ring,” he concluded while picking a ring and placing it on my finger like the scammer that he is.

"By order of the Lycan Council, you are under arrest for the theft of the Heart of the Empire. Step forward and surrender, or we will take this village by force." I took a step forward, then another. The ground seemed to tilt under my feet. I could feel the black rot spreading toward my heart. My wolf gave one last, weak whimper before falling silent. "I didn't take your diamond, Kael," I said, my voice surprisingly strong despite the fire in my throat. "And you know it. You know exactly who put it in my room."