Stolen Hearts Novels & Stories

I hear him call after me in a singsong voice as I make my way down the stairs and I roll my eyes. By the time I'm in my car and headed off to who the hell knows where, I begin to wonder once again just who the cloaked man is. Clearly, he must have some sort of status to possess so much money, but I didn't recognize his voice. Nearly an hour later, I reach my destination, a couple of broken-down looking warehouses, and I can't but wonder who would stash anything of any value here. I park my car somewhat cautiously, then climb out into the cold night air, resisting the urge to shiver. "Okay," I say aloud as I slowly make my way across the yard, which is littered with pieces of trash and random

“Isabella you are not that good at hiding things and you know that I have ways you track you down. if I hadn't been underground for all these years I would have found you sooner. you have been lucky that I allowed you to mingle around with other men. you better not think about other men when you're around with me or I will make sure to have them killed right in front of your eyes.” “You will do no such thing Nathan ! your grudges are with me not with them if you have the guts, deal with me. why don't you just kill me and get it over and done with.” Isabella shouted. “Nahhhh..... I can't do that you are my heartbeat and if I cut down my heartbeat it will stop beating but I know your heart bea

Eden kneels in the sand, his scars unraveling into threads that stitch the horizon with our worst ghosts-the cabin burning, Kael's corpse, the Weaver's needle poised above his crib. The Thief watches from a throne of shattered hourglasses. "You can have him back. If you surrender the heart."

in a world that had forgotten how to feel. The Feral Six have reached the Aurelian Hub, but the AI in charge has gone rogue, viewing all life as a pollutant. To get the seeds, they must break into the "Heart of the Machine" without triggering the thermal alarms—meaning Kael must stay "Cold" and Elara must lead the way through a mechanical labyrinth.

The dagger in my hand spun in an elegant arc under the moonlight. "For my new life, so I won't be haunted by nightmares..." My gaze turned cold. "Only the dead can't interfere with my fresh start." The silver blade drove precisely into Julian's heart. Blood sprayed out, splattering the lilies. He clutched his chest, making gurgling sounds as his body went limp and collapsed. Linda screamed and tried to crawl away. Theo stepped on her back, pinning her down. I walked over and crouched in front of her. "Don't worry. It'll be quick."

It was love’s last fight. The village square faded, melting back into the cave’s dark. The silence was loud and deafening. They stood in a big cave. The walls glowed soft pink, like a living heart. In the middle, floating, was the Blood Moon’s heart. It was a swirling, beautiful, terrible knot of light, every stolen smile, every memory of love, every joyful moment from their village, all twisted into a desperate, lonely imitation of a heart. It beat with the pounding they heard outside. Boom. Boom. Boom.

“The Heartstone wasn’t a relic. It was a protocol. Lenape, Dutch, Aztec, doesn’t matter. It’s been here since the island was stolen, feeding on betrayal, on blood, on deals. Javier’s loan, Victor’s wager, my rewrite, they were all inputs. The petal’s the output. It’s not after our hearts. It’s after our story.” Mamá’s laugh was a dry, broken thing, blood bubbling at her lips. “Our story? Mijo, it can have mine. I’m done.” The petal moved. It didn’t float. It crawled, legs sprouting from its edges; spindly, insectile, red as vein. It scuttled toward me, fast, too fast. I stumbled back, tripping over a beam. Elena slashed with the knife, severing a leg. Ichor sprayed, hissing where it touched

I pulled the Sacred Heart from my coat. It pulsed in my palm like it was alive. The artifact still throbbed with witchcraft, with the agony of the late Queen whose heart had birthed it, and with every stolen piece of soul bound to its crimson core. It had taken three of my men dying screaming just to steal it. I'd gladly do it again. I pressed the Sacred Heart into the hollow. It fit perfectly. The runes glowed red for a second, and I twisted. Click. The sound that followed was not a normal unlocking. It was something older, deeper. Like the very earth groaned beneath us. The stone lid of the coffin slid open with a low grinding roar.

You've been targeting me all this time because you wanted my wife, didn't you? [You deliberately stole my wife's underwear so you could manufacture a chance encounter. You're unbelievably vicious.] [I finally caught you yesterday. What do you have to say for yourself now?] [You like being the other man that much? I bet some rich woman bought your apartment for you too.] I instantly exploded. Then he started flooding the chat with screenshots from his home security cameras. The images showed Vanessa holding her underwear as she walked out of my apartment. I was genuinely impressed. The man could turn black into white without blinking.

"You have made me a prisoner to your heartbeat, mortal." "I didn't ask for this!" I yelled, pulling my hand back just enough to break the fierce grip, though I kept my fingers brushed against his sleeve so he wouldn't collapse again. Tears of frustration and fear stung my eyes. "I didn't ask for Leo to ruin my life, I didn't ask for Zara to steal my work, and I certainly didn't ask to wake up a statue in my living room!" Stan stared at me, the anger in his molten eyes slowly softening as he took in the raw, jagged pain written across my face. He saw it—the hollow, bleeding wound left behind by betrayal. He knew what it was to be stolen from.