Sharadox_5371

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME 
A Darkly Romantic Tale of Obsession, Forbidden Longing, and a Love That Won’t Be Ignored

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"I was supposed to hate him.
Then he stole me."

Sarah Jane, a quiet 17-year-old with a heart too tender for her own good, never asked for the attention of Andrew Knight—the ruthless, coldly beautiful CEO of AK Corporation. She certainly never expected to be dragged into his world, forced to live under his roof, or subjected to his unnerving gaze that seems to strip her soul bare.

But Andrew Knight doesn’t ask. He takes.

After a chance encounter awakens a long-buried obsession, Andrew whisks Sarah away to his gilded mansion, claiming her as his own. Yet this is no fairy tale—this is a war.

He replaces her old things with expensive replicas—identical, but better.

He watches her sleep, tucking her in with hands that could crush empires.

He memorizes her sighs, counts her blushes, and hates how much he craves her fear.


And Sarah? She should resist. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to deny the truth:

Andrew Knight didn’t just steal her freedom.
He stole the broken pieces of her heart—and refuses to give them back.


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WHY IT WORKS:

 “HE NOTICED HER FOUR YEARS AGO.”
(Flashbacks reveal Andrew has been watching since her school speech. That photo in his drawer? Just the beginning.)

“SHE LEFT HER DOOR UNLOCKED ON PURPOSE.”
(And he knows it. The midnight temple kiss? Neither of them will admit it happened.)

 “THE COCKROACH SCENE.”
(A bug makes him yank her into his chest. His heartbeat? Faster than hers.)

 “SAM, THE ULTIMATE CHAOS GREMLIN.”
(“Andrew, if you keep glaring at her, she’ll think you hate her.”
Andrew: “Good.” —Lies. Lies everywhere.)

 “THE ‘ONLY YOU’ WHISPER IN THE MAYBACH.”
(His car. His rules. Her in the passenger seat. No one else.)


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TROPES YOU’LL DEVOUR:

"Touch Her and You Die" Energy 

Forced Proximity (One mansion. Two stubborn hearts.)

"Who Hurt You?" Backstories

Slow Burn (So slow it burns the house down)

Possessive AF CEO (“Look at me, Sarah. Only me.”)



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FINAL HOOK:

"He was supposed to be her prison.
Instead, he became her addiction."


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 READ IF YOU DARE:

You love morally grey men who loathe their own weakness.

You live for heroines who are soft but never weak.

You need a slow burn that hurts so good.



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 WARNING:
This story contains:

Unresolved sexual tension (So much glaring.)

A CEO who doesn’t know how to relax (But tries for her.)

Sam. (Just… Sam.)



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THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME
(Because love isn’t given. It’s claimed.)

Whispers of Control

The bathroom door clicked shut behind them, sealing Sarah and Andrew in suffocating silence. Her back pressed against the wood, his palm flat beside her head—close enough to feel his breath, warm and uneven, against her lips.

"You think he's that easy? Andrew murmured, voice low. "Huh?"

Sarah's pulse roared in her ears. His other hand still gripped her wrist, thumb brushing her frantic heartbeat. Somewhere, a cockroach scuttled. Neither moved.

Sam's voice echoed outside, singsong: *"Saaaarah~? Andrew~? Why's the bathroom *locked*?"

Andrew's smirk was lethal. *"Five seconds. Hide or be seen."

Five Seconds, Sarah.