Stolen Love Novels & Stories

"Let us just go with the flow and call it our ‘Stolen Moments’, on these stolen moments we should get to know each other even if it's not deep just the little things you want to throw in the conversation so that I know you. We will get there, I mean to the bigger things later on. I'm open to telling you about my life if you don't want to know about my love for you then it's fine we can just have a list of things to talk about and have fun." I looked outside and smiled, I didn't want him to see how excited I was I had tried nothing fun in my life. I never had such a feeling in my life, I just wanted to feel or have such a relationship that was just going nowhere lots of fun. It was not a bad

I was cold enough. She killed him. She took the drive. She ran. The evidence is there. But still, like a splinter I couldn’t dig out, her voice repeated in my head. Her eyes, wide and wet. Her body, trembling as she read through the clauses. The woman who used to smile like an angel was now a shadow. Why do I still feel anything? I downed the glass in one gulp. It’s not love…not anymore. It’s obsession and revenge. The need to hold the reins. To make her suffer like I did when I woke up alone, when Roman’s face splashed across the news, when the world called her a traitor and I couldn’t defend her.

This is one question I've been trying hard to avoid, I have avoided it for years but now, the time is up and I got to let my secret known. "I intended to get the money for the real girl I loved, she ended up betraying me and shared it with her true love. I discovered this, got so heartbroken and wanted returning back to Estella to make it up to her and try refund the money to her, even adding to the amount but I could no longer get back to her. She changed phone number and residence with her sisters." "What?" He chuckles. "This is so funny, you mean you robbed her to give to the girl you love but she in turn gave it to someone she loved and they shared the lot?"

"Gavin, some things, once broken, stay broken. Even if you glue them back together with gold, they're still broken." I dusted off my hands and turned to leave. "And a love that's been tainted," I stopped at the door, delivering the final blow, "is like a diamond that's fallen in the sewer. No matter how precious it once was, it's covered in filth. And I'm not digging through shit to get it back."

He stuffed the ring into his pocket. My breath caught. My foot shifted, hitting a heavy wooden stool. Thump. Maxwell froze. He didn't run. He slowly turned his head toward the door. His eyes were cold, sharp, and dangerously calm. "I know you're there, Loveth," he said. His voice was smooth, but it felt like a knife at my throat. I stepped out from behind the door, my chest tight. My hands were shaking, so I balled them into fists. "You're stealing it. The Founder’s Ring."

“But now, I don’t believe that anymore.” Kennedy’s face slowly drained of what little color it had left, Joseph took another step forward. “If I’m putting everything together correctly, you’re the one who stole the notebook.” Nobody moved, nobody breathed. “You got close to Gigi because my family wanted information. You used her.” His voice carried nothing but raw disappointment. “You earned her trust… and stole the most valuable thing her family had.” The weight of those words settled over all of us like a thick blanket. Joseph looked directly into Kennedy’s eyes. “So tell me… is that your idea of love?”

"That's not love, Marvin. That's just a transaction." "A transaction?" Marvin vehemently shook his head. "No! That's not true! I love you! I've always loved you! You just didn't give me enough love!" I was speechless. According to him, love came with a price tag, and when a more tempting offer came along, even betrayal was perfectly justifiable. When I stayed silent, Marvin brandished the knife at Nathan. "I haven't forgotten about you, you bastard! If it hadn't been for you, Evelyn wouldn't have been this cold toward me. You stole everything from me! You stole my life! You ruined everything for me! And since I don't get to be happy, neither should you!"

And as I looked at Xavier the opportunist who had never truly loved me I realized I was completely alone. The perfect life I had stolen from Celine was already starting to crumble. And I had no idea who was coming for me… or why.

Stained. This isn’t love. This is possession.

Or rather, the life of my future career in media. I wanted to call his bluff. But even I could tell that every word he said, he meant. So, I stood there, and watched him call me a thief. I watched him say that fucking ridiculous proposal that would be my ticket to redemption –at least for stealing his Rolex watch eight years ago. I learned to cope with the guilt over the years. The guilt of stealing that hot stranger’s wristwatch. That hot stranger that fucked me so good that I – I shook the thought away instantly. No. I wasn't going to go there.