Heart Robber
"Yes,hearts can be stolen too,"
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All his life, Louis Frost has only been good at one thing - stealing, pickpocketing and escaping.He is seen as nothing but a rogue and petty thief without anything positive to deliver to his developing place of birth. After so many years of using his 'gift' to his fullest advantage, Louis Frost is trapped in an inescapable web.
When the big shot, billionaire and rumoured witch - Zara Kingston visits his community, he foolishly takes her prized possession and is compelled to suffer the consequences of his actions.
He is coerced to choose between the 'luxury' of being her private bodyguard or a corpse residing six-foot deep under the Earth.
At first,he buys the idea that Zara's an actual witch due to her cold,harsh and arrogant behaviour. Now he is caught between melting the icecube or sustaining his life which was about take a huge turn when he least expected it.
Can he deal with the consequences of his choice? Or would he be defeated by his greatest weakness?
•|Excerpt |•
"That's enough. Read the end," she said, rolling her pen.
"The princess reunited with her Prince Charming and they lived ha-"
"Alright, you can go now. Carlos, get rid of that book in that buffoon's hands "
Louis stared with his mouth agape, but she didn't even care to notice the change of his emotions.
"Yes ma'am," Carlos nodded. The book was taken away and Zara proceeded with her job.
"W-why did you dispose it? I-I think you're jealous of the princess! You may be rich but you are jealous of her,"Louis protested and suddenly regretted his words when she paid no attention but kept flipping through her files. She took her phone and sent him a text message. Which he read aloud:
"I'm not a puppet to people who criticize me all their lives. I'm not an asset who'd be given away to the highest bidder in the name of marriage. I'm not a servant to my fellow human disguised as a husband. I'm not a little angel, Rascal, I'm the devil. Kindly leave, you're making it stuffy in here,"
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