Cruel Intentions Journal Novels & Stories

TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse and abortion. LUNITA • • • First, an open letter to whoever finds and reads this journal. I know you’ll judge me for the things that happen from this entry forward, no matter what emotions you have felt since you began reading. You’ll hate me and perhaps all your sympathy will be gone because I am almost as despicable as the ones who made me this way. But do not let the things I have done and that I regret, cloud your judgement and the decision you shall make for yourself. This journal was written as both an escape and an answer for all those who question the legitimacy and purpose of the Alpha-Delta project.

Aubrey I arrive home after a long flight, exhausted and sad. I wish I could have stayed longer, but I am glad I found the courage to tell him how I truly felt. I didn’t expect him to feel the same. Smiling at the thought, I go to unlock the door—and realize it’s already open. What the hell? I’m sure I locked it. I push it open. An eerie feeling overtakes me. My apartment is trashed. Everything is smashed. I freeze, fear gripping me. Who did this? What if they’re still here? Only Benji would do this—but how did he get in? How did no one hear it?

Ivy said and began sobbing "The culprit confessed and is willing to own up to her mistakes. So far she has been showing acts of repentance, I hope the jury show some leniency when passing judgements, that is all your honour" Ethan said and went back to his seat "The court is in recess" Everyone left to get refreshments leaving the jury to decide. "Thanks Mr Jones" Carolina said "Don't thank me yet Miss Carolina, I just hope we were able to persuade them, so thank me after the case has been finished" Ethan said

They are almost the same in character, stubborn and do things as they see fit. Sometimes, Mark could only lightly rub his chest when he saw they were fighting. He himself also sometimes intervenes if the two of them continue to insist on their own opinions without finding the end of the conversation. Audrey rolled her beautiful eyes lazily. She chuckled softly as she turned hers face towards Mark. "You better watch Lester so he doesn't do anything to the company!" After saying that, Audrey then left Mark, who was now nodding obediently to Lester's younger sister. "Omg ... can I complain now?" Mark said to himself when he saw that Audrey had disappeared behind the elevator which was now going

Actually everyone was talking about Crista and William, but they did not dare to talk about it in front of her. Crista took the newspaper and looked at it. There was a picture of her and Edric while they were sitting at the tea bar. Although they were not being intimate, Crista was smiling at him in the picture. And then there was a picture of her and William as he led her to the hotel suite. It was an intimate photo of them. The article said that she had dated two different men to achieve her goals. Obviously, there was not even one good word about her in the article as it was filled with judgment and criticism.

Well, that wasn't the reunion I was hoping for. "You just met Jace CruelHart nicknamed Cruel and Dash Rutherford nicknamed Ruthless." Jessica rushes to my side and whisper for me to ignore them. She helps me to my feet and we enter the hall and find a comfortable... manageable spot to stand and listen to the welcome back to school speech.

She could see herself building a home here with Caleb, and Scarlet, and Ruth. If they pressed on with their missions, how might that affect her relationship with Caleb? Or even endanger Scarlet or Ruth? It seemed that whenever she got close to finding another key, bad things started to happen. Caitlin slowly set down the brittle piece of paper, and stared, instead, at her unopened journal before her, sitting on the desk. It was now worn, thick with use, looking like a relic in its own right. She reached out and slowly pulled back the pages, turning them all the way until she nearly reached the end of the book. She realized, with a start, that there weren’t that many blank pages left. She cou

Elena’s POV “You know, guys, I don’t know what the hell Mr. High-and-Mighty Asshole is trying to prove, but he’s really starting to piss me off.” I rested my elbows on the table as I stared down at the journal lying in front of me. “I know it was him. It had to have been. This is his club, and after everything that’s happened, I wouldn’t put it past him.” I lightly tapped my finger against the worn leather cover. “First, I get handed a creepy old journal that only has one sentence written inside it. Then our drinks magically end up being free because of him.” I threw both hands into the air. “Yeah. That doesn’t scream suspicious at all.”

Inside, my mind kept drifting back ten years, replaying the night Kai found my journal like a loop I couldn’t stop. That journal had been my only safe place after he and his friends humiliated me. Pages full of raw, pathetic confessions. How his rare bits of attention felt like oxygen. How his cruelty had carved something deep into me that never healed. He laughed at first—that sharp, careless sound still rang in my ears. Then he ripped pages out one by one, scattering them like trash while his friends watched and laughed. The burn of that moment never really left. It forged me instead. Stronger. Richer. Colder. Now I held what little was left, and the power to make him face every word.

"Quiet. For now. It’s like the fire burnt out the static. But I know it’ll come back." "Let it," Nevan said, standing up and reaching for his tactical trousers. "We’re going to need that 'instability' today. Vane is likely tearing Dublin apart looking for us. He knows about the Sovereign, but he doesn't know about the third journal." "The third journal?" I sat up, pulling the blanket around my shoulders. "The box only had one."