Cruel Intentions Journal Novels & Stories

My story: “THE VELVET CONFESSION: HOW ONE WRITER ENDED TEN YEARS OF HOLY SIN” —front page, The New York Times, top spot. Pulitzer number 4. But the turn came at the end. Luca got life, no way out. Mara got 7 years, easy prison. Then the letter—hand given to my new Brooklyn Heights place, no send address, wax seal with snake eating tail. Inside: one real photo. Me, tied on the red chaise, eyes back mid-come, pussy open, cum dripping from both holes.

Carter’s POV Isabella was icing me out, well can’t say I don’t deserve it because I do. I knew if people saw us getting intimate at the glass room they would probably be repercussions and I didn’t do anything to stop it. I didn’t even do anything to stop it when George told someone had recorded us and if I wanted to do something to stop the video of us getting out. Hell I even knew someone was recording us but I did nothing because I’m selfish and a huge asshole who wants the world to know Isabella is mine.

He was gone! Her bully had finally left her but she wasn't relieved. She felt miserable and lonely. She was sad but she was also mad at him. How could he be so cruel? How could he abandon her with those words? He used her. She scoffed at the notion. Azriel Ledger was an egoistic, self-centered beast but he wasn't a liar. She knew in her heart that he meant it when he told her that she was his wish and when he had protected her with his life. If he thought some bitter words would make her hate him then he was wrong.

To twirl my fingers in her long brown hair, to run my hands along her soft, supple body, to hear her moan in pleasure under me as I worship her. "I'm not going to leave again. You have both made it blatantly obvious that there is no point. There is no escaping." Even though her voice is morose, my wolf is pleased with her statement. "I'm going to do better, Claire. I'm going to be kinder to you, more careful with you. I will do my best to remember how fragile you are. I will try to rein in my wolf as well. It's hard to control his emotions but I will be better. For you." I vow and she looks cautious, but nods.

Liam had snatched whatever I had. I didn't know when my tears started to fall. All I did in my life was cry. Pregnancy should be a nice period in a woman's life. But it seems like I am not included in that category. I have been crying throughout my pregnancy and I am tired of it. I wanted it to end so that I could enjoy this period with a smile. I want to be loved. But it looks like I am asking for something which is not in my destiny. In Cruel Destiny.

The romance was being squeezed out. "The journal" Elara shouted, her bare knees hurt as she fell flat onto the asphalt to pick up the black leather book that was lying between them. The moment her fingers touched the leather, the blank white pages inside the journal did not just move they started bleeding. A lot of midnight-blue fluid came out of the journal mixed with the cold rain water and formed a swirling indigo circle around her ankles. The gold letters on the cover of the journal; THE MASTER LEDGER: VOLUME TWO ​flared with a white-hot, blinding radiation that scorched the skin of her palm, the unique, un-templated human syntax of her blood-infused veins screaming in protest against th

But I stayed seated, frozen, because I knew the truth. If I reacted, they would win. If I reacted, they would label me as unstable, violent, weak. And worst of all… if I reacted, I might not stop. Because the pain inside me was not small. It was a wildfire. It was a storm. And I was barely holding the door shut. Daniel stood up suddenly, his chair scraping against the floor. “That’s enough!” he snapped. “All of you should be ashamed of yourselves.” The room quieted slightly. But shame did not live in them. They were too empty for shame.

" I walk out of the apartment and towards my office. I have things to do, especially now that Nefarious has indirectly made me his enemy. I took a turn towards the hall, and suddenly, I collided with Emalia . She bounced back and fell down awkwardly in shock and awe. Thanks to my solid chest. "I'm... I'm sorry." She stuttered in fear. Her eyes were on the floor. I stood still for a while, staring at her face. Her shyness, her reluctancy, and her regret were all known to me. I took a step closer to her. My hand reached out and gently cradled her elbow, steering her back to her feet. I felt her shivering against my touch, and I felt her softening at the same time. She rose to her feet with my

“‘October 3rd. The clinic photo acquired. The ultrasound is perfect. She looks so pathetic and scared. Phase two ready.’” Jenna made a strangled sound and launched herself at him, trying to snatch the journal. “That’s private! My private thoughts! You can’t read that! It’s fiction! I’m a writer!” Croft easily held her back, his grip firm but impersonal. “Ma’am, do not interfere with the investigation.”

“I’ve been trying to hold myself since it was your wish. But I got angry after seeing you and Shawn together. I tried so many times to claim you as mine, but somehow, you always get the better of me by giving excuses. I know you feel the same thing I feel for you. I see the way you steal glances at me and the way your body reacts whenever I lay my hands on you.” He said. So he knew I always stared at him, yet he didn't say anything. “No, I don't stare at you,” I told him. “Is that so?” He asked, leaning forward. “Yes. And my body doesn't react like that for you. That's the way my body reacts to everything.” I told him. I knew I was lying to myself. Every way I reacted was because Frederick m