Stolen Hearts Novels & Stories

Home should be where you are loved, where you belong, and where someone chooses you. I have never had that. Not since my father and her sister died in that mysterious rogue attack, not with Lolita who I now know is not even my real mother, not with Miles, who has never truly seen me, and not with this pack, where I am an outsider wearing the title of Luna like borrowed clothes that do not quite fit. But as my hand rests protectively over my womb, I make a silent promise to myself: This is the last time. The last time I let them break me. The last time I beg for love from people who cannot or will not give it.

Turns out most men aren’t very practical thinkers—they need disaster to strike before they realise the risk. Caspian headed for the old newspapers and tabloids, spending almost half an hour wrestling with dust-coated shelves. I focused on myself instead. My heart had been stolen first. I started with records of unnatural werewolf murders. I pulled two books from the restricted section. Both mentioned heart organs stolen from two wolves by sorcerers, later trafficked through the black market. I thought about the link between the organ thefts described in the books and the heart thefts I’d experienced—mine, and the one Alpha Fridmund’s sibling had suffered.

BRING IT TO THE SHADOW MARKET AT MIDNIGHT, OR THE BATTERY WILL BE DRAINED TO ZERO. Verina looked down at the obsidian ring on her finger, the stone feeling like a piece of frozen fire, she realized then that the "Stolen Night" hadn't been about a contract, or a marriage, or even a corporate merger. It had been about a transfusion that was twenty years in the making, and she was the only one who could decide if the Vane legacy ended with a whimper or a world-shattering explosion.

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.”

Heart was crying while running away. But when Heart went to an isolated area, she stopped there and sobbed. She sat down and covered her face while crying, it was a dead end and she was crying next to a trash can. Cullen was able to find her and then stood behind her. “No, don’t go near me. I lied to you. You hate liars, right? I am a dirty woman. Yes, I am Scarlet Heart, I deceived you.” Heart said while crying and not facing him.

Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest. Admiring its superior quality, she subconsciously traced the carvings down to a keyhole. Just like some sort of reflex, her hands made its way to the small key that’s hanging around her neck as a necklace, under her sleepwear. “Never, ever take this off.” She could still hear the echoes of Olivia’s voice in her head. It sounded like she’ll get discovered in no time once she loses it. Casting away all these thoughts, she takes off the necklace and uses the key to open the chest.

Frost said nothing, waiting expectantly. Haltingly, I explained how I had attempted stealing a rare gem from a collector, only to accidentally release the imprisoned dragon within. Scar had hunted me down, claiming I 'stole' his heart and demanding I return it. Frost listened intently as I described being forced to stay in Scar's lair as he compelled me to help locate this precious 'heart.' Only when I overheard his plans to kill me once it was found did I manage to escape into the blizzard.

Alberich’s angry posture coupled with the mop in his hand, she also hurried forward to stop him. “What’s going on?” Mr. Alberich yelled angrily, “That heartless man is outside!” Silvia shook her head helplessly. Why was her father calling him a heartless man? He was not a heartless person. He had never loved her or cared for her, and his heart had always belonged to Mariah. How could he be called a heartless man if he had never offered his heart to her? A person like Shaun could be called a heartless man. He was once in love with Rosaline before he fell in love with someone else. To be exact, he fell in love with someone else’s money. That was a truly heartless man.

Whatever you're here to do, whatever you think you'll achieve, it's not going to work. Marie laughs bitterly, shaking her head. "Of course you'd say that. You can't stand the thought of me having anything, can you? First, you took him from me, and now you're trying to take Nolan too." Elena's expression tightens, but doesn't falter. "You don't get to rewrite history, Marie. He wasn't yours. He made his choice then, and Nolan has made his now. Marie’s voice rises, sharp and cutting. “You always think you’re better than me, don’t you? So perfect, so untouchable. Well, guess what, Elena? You’re not. You’ve always been a thief, taking what doesn’t belong to you.”

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.