Stolen Love Novels & Stories

Suddenly, she realized what this feeling was— “Then…why didn’t you steal me?” she whispered, lowering her eyes shyly. This time, his heart skipped a beat. She lifted her gaze, her voice soft as she whispered again, “I want to know how it feels to be stolen…” She slowly to meet his gaze, “Steal me.” A small, knowing smile played on his lips as he leaned down, crashing his lips against hers. “Here. I stole you.” With that, Petal woke not only in his arms but also within his territory.

I didn't even know which parts of my relationship with him were true and which were fabricated. He looked at the knife, then at me, then back at the knife. “I love you,” he whispered. “Love?” I spat. “You don't know the first thing about love. Love isn't trackers and hidden cameras. It isn't controlling every breath I take. You don't love me, Stein. You love the idea of owning me. And now that I'm taking myself back, you don't know what to do with the space.”

Like her sacrifice. Like everything I was about to steal from the only person who'd ever been worth loving. The drop fell onto the black silk pillow. And I understood, finally, what I was about to become. Not the man who won her love. The man who murdered it.

I quickly sent a message to explain, only for a bright red exclamation mark to pop up. [Message sent, but blocked by the recipient.] Just as I was about to use another number to add her, a message from her appeared. [Break up with David.] Just as expected, there was no such thing as a first love who didn’t care. [Be with me. I’ll keep you.] Huh? … The housekeeper, Mrs. Thompson, dragged me out of bed. After all, Linda was about to arrive. “Aren’t we going to the airport to pick her up?”

Each stolen kiss, each secret rendezvous, is a testament to the depths of your love and the lengths to which you are willing to go to be with them. But there is a price to pay for such love. It is a price measured in stolen moments, hidden tears, and shattered dreams. It is a love that exists in the shadows, forever denied the light of day. And as the world outside continues to spin, your love remains a silent, pulsating ache in the recesses of your heart. In the end, the forbidden love you cannot have becomes a haunting melody, a bittersweet symphony that plays endlessly in your soul. It is a reminder that some loves are destined to remain unfulfilled, that the heart can be a cruel master,

“You've always desired to have my body, and now you blame the goddess for making us a fated mate?” So I can't even have him? “Wait, do you really think anyone would want to have the famous stripper as more than a sex partner?” Aeson scoffed, and poked my head, “Hey, think carefully, you should be grateful that I want to sleep with you and you shouldn't be greedy for more, Being a Luna or a mate to someone does not fit your image,” His friends laughed. I clenched my fist, his words sinking in, making me both angry and pained. “What's wrong with someone like me? There is nothing wrong with my image, I dance because it is what I love doing—”

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.

he teased. I showed him my finger and he was awed by the flashing of the radiant diamond ring. “That’s awesome! Congratulations!” he happily hugged me. I shared with him everything about Chad and me but he wasn’t shocked at all. "See what love can do?" he motioned for me to sit on the chair. "We say that love hurts but that's not true. Loneliness, rejection, and losing someone hurts," I furrowed because I didn't get him. "Everyone confuses these things with love, but in reality - Love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain, suffering, and torture," he paused for a moment "And makes us feel great, amazing, and happy again," I was flabbergasted but I loved listening to his

Hobbs asked. "No." Jovie whispered. "Is something wrong?" "Ask Reno." "Jovie, I apologized." I whined. "That doesn't erase what you did, Valenzuela!" Jovie exclaimed. "You almost put this whole fucking trip in jeopardy. And you made me steal!" "Wait what?" Hobbs glanced back. "You're stealing again?" "Not because I wanted to. Reno gambled away all of our money, I had no choice." "Reno!" "I'm sorry, okay! I heard Jovie tell Jasper she loved him."

Adrian dropped the remote and picked up his phone, scanning through the comments on the program; it seemed Bianca's strategy had worked; she had cleaned up the mess she started in the first place. He was going to do all he could to ensure Bianca didn't get a jail term as he had promised her. Seeing as the protesters had withdrawn from attacking Golden Fingers, relief washed over him. His only worry was, who the hell tried to steal the secret? Diane screamed out loudly and cussed nonstop as the flash she paid dollars to acquire turned out to be a boring animation. “Those assholes have swapped the flash!” She shouted banging hard on her car windscreen till it cracked. She should have known Adr