Stolen Hearts Novels & Stories

I stood over the empty plot, reading the words carved in stone. *IN LOVING MEMORY OF OUR BABY, MALACHI/ARIA. TAKEN FROM THE WOMB BEFORE WE GOT A CHANCE TO MEET. ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS.* I could not leave. Not even when almost everyone had gone back to their cars. Not as the air turned cold and my face grew stiff, as the sound of crickets filled the field and the wind sent dry leaves skittering across the grass. My feet were planted in that spot.

She whined. I scoffed, there was no way I was going to let that happen. Jocelyn might think she had the upper hand now by getting married to that bastard, Daniel, but they didn’t know what they had coming. After all my years of planning and anticipating finally getting the Campbell Group since the Steele Group had been stolen from me, I wasn’t going to just sit down and fold my hands. Besides, I had lots of ideas to ruin them both. “This is all your fault. Why didn’t you plan an alternative should this have happened? Weren’t you the one always saying you knew what you were doing?”

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.

And inside the vessel, sitting on a throne of liquid mercury, was the Silver Twin—the version of Ivy that had never known a human emotion. "The traitor isn't a person, Grandmother," the Twin said, her voice echoing through the lab. "The traitor is the 'Lethal Devotion' itself. It’s too strong to be contained in a human heart. So... we built a bigger heart." The Twin held up a remote, and the red string—the black, pulsing vein—suddenly tightened. It didn't pull Dante toward Ivy. It pulled them both toward the ship. Dante grabbed the surgical scissors from the floor, but as he turned to face the Twin, his hand began to pixelate. The white room began to flicker, revealing a third layer beneath

My heart raced at a dangerous, traitorous speed. I stared at his retreating back the clumsy, exaggerated steps, the way he swung his arms like a little boy. It was too perfect. Too deliberate. A masterpiece of deception. Father thought he had sold me to a fool. Clara believed she had mocked a tragedy. The entire elite world whispered about the broken Thornhart heir who needed a nanny instead of a wife. But as I pressed trembling fingers to the place his hand had seared, I knew the truth with chilling clarity. I hadn’t been sold to a boy.

I screamed out in agony, and dad and mom ran to check on me. "It hurts, mom. What the fuck is that?" I said, clawing at my chest. "What does it feel like?" Dad asked. "Like my heart is being crushed. Like needles sticking inside my skin." Delta whimpered inside my head, "It’s Storm. He’s with another woman."

“Just lie down for me like a good girl that you are “he whispered and she felt him hard as a rock positioning himself on her entrance. She knew that when it was all over he will just pay her some money and send her away as he usually does. The only problem is that she was so tired of her body being used like that, the only thing still keeping her by his side was the hope that one day he will change and see her for whom she is. She wanted to be the only woman that he has and the only one that hold his heart. For sure after the session was over, he picked up his wallet then removed enough notes for her and stretched his hands as he gave her the money.

Sorry to bother you but I need of you. Hamish still said nothing. The young woman's voice was far too pleasant to his ears. He would spend a whole day listening to her speak. * It's the Jakhyie family... Please come and get me. I'm scared and I don't even understand what they're saying since I don't speak the language so when you get this message... And shit, I forget I'm on call. Annabella? Annabella, are you there?* Hamish licked his lips... * Good evening, it's not Annabella. She forgot her phone...* he blurted out in a hoarse voice.

“Don’t!” He tosses it and it rolls away to be swallowed by the bubbling sea. The sky crackles, drowning us in a red shade, if only for a brief second. The next one’s Alec. “How heartless of you to abandon him? Let him go as if you never loved him. Never cared.” His words snip at my arms, adding cuts to the skin shaped as half-moons. “He only had you. He could only trust you,” his voice echoes before the skull is tossed. The next one is of Mala, paired with Palek. “Innocent hearts. Maybe the Soulmender sees them that way, but they’re reaped all. The. Same.”

I gasp when my wrists are locked in handcuffs, and my own pack mates start to drag me towards the pack house. “Farris?! Farris, WAIT! Please!” I scream, “I’m not a stealer, I swear! I’m normal! I’m normal and I love you, baby, please! Stealers aren't real!” Sobs fall from my lips, and this time the pain I feel is my heart breaking. This time, the tears don’t burn but are ice cold. ***