Stolen Hearts Novels & Stories

"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.

The more I thought, the more my mind became foggy. ‘It could be Eridesce.’ Edna suggested. I completely ignored her. She had been of no good to me since we met Jarvis. We made our way down to the courtyard. We stood in front of the population, who seemed rather scared than curious about the abrupt meeting. Elder Mugo stepped forward to address the crowd. "The Crystalline Heartstone has been stolen from our pack," he announced. Gasps and whispers erupted from the crowd. "And we know the consequences of stealing from the pack," he walked in front of the crowd, his hands behind his back, no emotions on his face.

I looked out at the ocean beyond the window and fell silent for a moment. Molly was right. I still carried scars. Five years of devotion ending in betrayal wasn't something a person could simply brush off. I'd moved on, but the feeling of being betrayed by the person I'd trusted most wasn't something that disappeared overnight. I was afraid of giving my heart away and being let down again. Molly waved a hand dismissively. "It's okay. I'm not in a hurry. As long as the favorability score doesn't drop, the system can't erase me."

Nights: sleep deep, dreamless three hearts beating in rhythm. The swarm was gone. The heir lock gone. Just us. And the life we chose. Forever.

he says, reaching for her lap again. She isn't about to lose her virginity to this drunk and not-so-good-looking man. His breath reeked the smell of drinks mixed with a stench of cigarettes, a smell she despises the most. She couldn't lie to herself anymore, she might not get on with this new lifestyle. "Don't touch me!" she says sternly, pushing his hands away from her. He forcefully grabs her by the arm and pulls her closer to himself, she tries to break free and is also staring at the group of people that we're dancing in the club to reach for Olivia but her sight is also getting blurry,

He drags me toward the center of the room while the others keep their guns trained on the rest of the class. “Stay still!” he snarls in my ear. Another attacker steps closer. His eyes are cold behind the mask. “We know it’s in your head, girl. The Black Diamond. Your crazy grandfather put it there. Hand it over or we cut it out right now.” I shake my head frantically. Tears burn my eyes. “I don’t have it! Please, I don’t—”

Mahira escaped easy, her legs felt like they would give up on life any moment now, she just wanted to find a quiet corner and relax from all this chaos , the air in this room felt like it was filled with dirty thoughts of dirty minds, and she so hated this. No sooner had she taken a few steps when another hand popped out in front of her, blocking her way. Show me how much can you stand, seeing your love being shredded, someday you will fall... All Hearts !!

But I need to do it. If you do, they wanted me to call me crazy because of this mindset? Well, you're free to call me that. You can even slap me because I deserve that. I don't want to see him broken but I still want to continue my plan. MISSION: BREAK MY BOYFRIEND'S HEART. But... But how to break a heart? How to break his heart, I can't break his heart just like that, I love him so damn much… Suddenly, I saw Charles' face flashing in my mind…

"She has the Heartstone. Nothing can kill her while she has that." "The Heartstone is exactly what I’m afraid of," Nomo whispered, turning to look at Pella. "I’ve been reading the old Montague logs—the ones Somito didn't want me to see. The Fae didn't give the stone to the bloodlines as a gift. It was stolen during the Great Breach. If Sofia walks into their territory carrying that thing... she’s not a guest. She’s a thief returning to the scene of the crime." "Then we go after her! We take the skiffs and we burn the trees down if we have to!" Pella’s eyes flared with a sudden, desperate brilliance.

The things I planned to throw away were the matching couple of mugs, the photos from our overnight shifts together, and the stethoscope he had given me. Only then did I realize something painfully ironic. Every piece of evidence of our love had been bought by me.