Stolen Hearts Novels & Stories

Yet, she was still feeling desire. My rage burned hotter until it almost suffocated me. He was inside her head. And I was coming for him. The tunnel ended at a rusted iron grate half-hidden behind ivy. Maya shoved it open. Beyond it, stone steps descending into darkness. And from somewhere below, a faint silver light pulsed. The growl that tore from my throat echoed down the passage. Ambrose was about to learn what happens when someone tries to steal what was mine. The ritual chamber was a creepy-looking cavern with moonlight filtering through cracks in the ceiling, pooling around an ancient altar where the Heartstone sat, now whole and glowing with unnatural light.

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.

He says which only makes my heart sink, which must be why even the bin is empty, they were looking for what I am right now. “Then we need to hurry, we don’t know if they gave up in hopes of finding it in the morning before it gets cleaned out. Spencer told me he hid the information in a safe behind his chest of drawers, can you help me?” I ask running over to his chaotic chest of drawers, now I knew the person helping the vampires could turn up out of nowhere, I knew it was a race against time.

"Stay close. Trust in your instincts." They moved as one, a pack bound by a shared purpose. Amelia's ears perked up, catching a faint whisper on the wind. The voice was haunting and filled with sorrow, drawing her deeper into the labyrinth. Finally, they emerged into a small clearing, bathed in an ethereal, golden glow. In the center stood a pillar, upon which the Heartstone rested, pulsating with power. Amelia's breath caught in her throat as she approached the Heartstone. It hummed with an ancient energy, its radiance deepening the bond between their worlds. But as her hand closed around it, a jolt of searing pain coursed through her body.

“Let’s not get all soft, Asher, love doesn’t exist, Jane left me, she doesn’t love me, Lawrence doesn’t love Olivia either, both me and Olivia are just two people with unrequited love, two people who love those who won’t love us back.” He walked to the shower and turned it on. “We have to live together, it is the only way to stop our stupid heart from beating for the wrong people who won’t see us, it’s the only way I can survive, it’s the only way so I don’t feel sorry at all.” He clenched his jaw and allow the water cascade down his body.

I dialed the single number saved to the burner phone. “What happened?” Ma’s strong voice asked after the second ring. A call from this phone meant only one thing. Those things had gone tits up. Since we had gone off our own, we had never had to make this call. I felt ashamed of myself for having to call my parents for help now. “They took Helen,” I said. “You let them take your sister?” Pa roared. I winced, feeling a headache coming on. “Who did this?” Ma asked. “Sartorre. He wants his ten million back. With a twenty-five million dollar interest. Do we have that kind of money?” I asked desperately.

The door creaked open under Yaz's skilled hands, revealing a dimly lit corridor beyond. We moved stealthily, going through the maze-like passages, each step echoing in the silence. The air seemed to grow thicker as we delved deeper into the heart of the operation. I couldn't shake the gnawing worry for Zoey, praying that we were in time to rescue her from the clutches of this sinister organization. Suddenly, we heard muffled voices ahead. I signaled for everyone to halt. Peering around a corner, we saw a room with a partially opened door — a glimpse into the heart of the trafficking ring's operations. Ivan was inside, conversing with several shadowy figures.

It was consuming. As if he could see every part of me I tried to hide. And then, his voice echoed in my head, deep, low, and warm, sliding into my senses like a forbidden whisper: “Yes… you are a thief, Audrey… because you stole my heart.” My world stopped. Every heartbeat was loud, chaotic, echoing in my veins. My cheeks felt hot, as if I’d been caught committing a sin I couldn’t deny. And in that moment, I truly felt like a thief…

I had never understood until this moment how terrifying that kind of love really was. The girls gathered closer around the hidden chamber’s centre, their silver-lit forms trembling with memory. Not broken, they whispered. Returned. The blind-eyed girl stepped nearest the heart and looked at me with those ruined, luminous eyes. It was made from what was stolen. It answers to theft. It can only be undone by restoration. “Restoration of what?” I asked, though some part of me was already afraid I knew. The answer came from many mouths but one truth. The witness they cut away from her. The mercy they severed to make command obedient. The living echo of what they removed still runs in the dual des

Puzzled, yet in the state of a place where he could not escape, Sky only looks at him in the eyes as he smirks and claims. “I won the bet, both Mark and ours. Now to pay it all back, I want you to stay away from Mark and only look at me.” "Hi! I’m a thief, and I am here to steal your heart." ----- Anonymous -----