Stolen Love Novels & Stories

"Didn't you say my mom scraped together fourteen thousand three hundred dollars for you? Where's the money?" His lips moved, but nothing came out. "Spent it all?" He dropped his head. "You had a lot to say before. Said I lost to you, said you won. What about now?" He was on the ground, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe. "Nathan, I was wrong... So wrong... I shouldn't have stolen your money, shouldn't have taken your scholarship... Just let me off..." I stood up and looked at him. "Kevin, the problem isn't that you stole my money or took my scholarship. The problem is you thought the world would always be on your side. The problem is you thought my parents would always have your back. T

Loveth stood akimbo facing the floor , trying hard not to look at his well built chest anymore , as she was beginning to wonder how frequent he uses the gym to have a body so hot like that . " Did I tell you how pretty you look in that dress , I like women with less covering though , you slapped me so hard this morning , but after seeing your how sexy you look in that dress , I will let it slide , you ruined my suit last night too , you are really something Loveth , but don't you think I need some compensation ? . " Loveth head shot up at once with anger . " if you think you can keep me here for your dirty games , I am sorry. I will not give you that energy. So I will advise you to let me g

Home should be where you are loved, where you belong, and where someone chooses you. I have never had that. Not since my father and her sister died in that mysterious rogue attack, not with Lolita who I now know is not even my real mother, not with Miles, who has never truly seen me, and not with this pack, where I am an outsider wearing the title of Luna like borrowed clothes that do not quite fit. But as my hand rests protectively over my womb, I make a silent promise to myself: This is the last time. The last time I let them break me. The last time I beg for love from people who cannot or will not give it.

“You saw it with her. You took it. And you used it to get close to me.” Her lips trembled. “You’re crazy.” “You don’t even know what was inside it,” he continued. Her silence betrayed her. “You claimed you loved me,” he said, voice shaking with anger. “Yet you don’t even know what that pen meant to me.” Tina began to panic. “I loved you!” she cried. “I was young! I saw how you looked at her! I knew you liked her! I just wanted you!” “So you stole?” he snapped. “You deceived me.”

Countless scornful looks fell upon me, and my body stiffened. The words I had strung together were lodged fast in my throat. All I wanted was to retrieve my belongings. All I wanted was to say goodbye. "What are you doing here?" Before I had time to recover, Ivor emerged from the villa holding a stuffed toy. It was our token of love from when we were 18. On the day of our engagement, it went missing. I thought it was gone forever.

I didn’t want to find out I was still in love with her! “As you can see, I’m doing great.” She smiled, unclenching her hands and waving her arms at her sides. “How are you?” She frowned slightly. Everything inside me was screaming for me to grab hold of her and kiss her until she admitted that she loved me! I couldn’t think straight and then the wind shifted and I caught her scent. She was definitely a vampire now. I could smell it in her blood. Her incredible scent from before was completely crushed by it!

“ I don't know Jada, I've always longed for this freedom and I've always wanted to be very far away from him, but now that I have gotten it, it seems as though I want something else and not just Freedom. this freedom given to me was given to me on a platter of gold, and I should be happy but then each time, I keep staring at his picture and even when I try to hide it, I just keep thinking about him, my heart aches and my hand itches for him to pick up my phone and call him up” “ Do you still love you?” “ Yes I do, I mean otherwise why would I have stolen the portrait from his study, I purposely picked it up and put it into my bag when he was not around because I knew that I'll be needing it,

Storm went down on his knees again and pushed me against the wall of the shower, saying, "I fell for you so fucking hard, and I haven’t stopped falling since. You told me I could make you forget, but I don’t want you to fucking forget right now. I want you to think of all the fucking times I made you feel good. Every fucking time you loved me." I did just that. Even in the moments I wanted to escape the snowy hell of the Winter Bone Pack, I still wanted Storm. He made me feel loved and wanted. He made me feel beautiful, and he had been the only man I had ever been with. The only man who could make me have mind-blowing orgasms, who could make me laugh, and who could make me feel like everythi

Take me out of here", she whispered again, dangling her right hand loosely while she rested her whole body on him. He navigated her steps till they got out of the club; he helped her into his car and drove like a bat out of hell. He stole a few peeks at her and couldn't help but get entertained by how she kept talking to herself in the car, making hand gesticulations sleepily. He arrived at a safe spot and then parked his car. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and gazed at him with surprise. "Do I know you?" Rita asks, even though she is intoxicated she still recollects everything that ensued at the bar. But what makes her surprised is why a total stranger would offer to help her when

I question, my voice a breathless murmur. He finally lets me go, and I couldn't be more grateful. He steps backward, the sound of his shoes hitting the concrete floor echoing across the walls. This stranger is tall, and threatening, but I try my best to keep composed. "Malik has something I need. His family stole it from mine many years ago, and I want it back," he informs me. Is it money? How in the world am I supposed to steal money from the Alpha of Love? He may be an extremely wealthy man, but even getting to it would be a mission in itself. Sneaking it out, a different story...