Cruel Intentions Journal Novels & Stories

That fleeting moment I was sure that it wasn't my own and I would bet my whole life—if there was any left for me—that it belongs to another woman regardless of the name imprinted on the leather bound. I let go of the breath I wasn't aware I still held as my gaze slowly crept into the smooth, pristine white page with heart violently hammering inside my rib cage. So swiftly, as if I opened Pandora's forbidden box, all the possible sins a mortal could commit echoed in my mind, rendering me frozen in my seat while my face contorted from waves of shock. No doubt Lucas hated me! I sobbed and a single tear glided down my cheeks. The crucifying truth began to torture me but I didn't stop. I just cou

And beneath the passage was Wren watches. I flipped the pages. Page after page it was iris drawn in charcoal, it was of her, sleeping, crying, happy, sad every emotions. It was a journal built from obsession. Something catches my attention beside the journal, it was a sealed envelope on it was my name Lua hart written boldly. I reached for it and open it, inside was a single note * half sisters don't end well in this family* it was a warning but also making jest of me*

I kicked and struggled to no avail, "Please," I choked. His inner beast resurfaced and he was murderous. He wanted to kill me. His claws dug into the flesh and tears poured from my eyes, all air supply was cut when the door opened, I've never been more pleased to see Jamal as I was now. He rushed to us, "Edward, you're killing her!" He said but my Alpha was too consumed with anger to listen. "She fucking hurt her," He growled. "Let her go, she'll be punished for whatever she did the right way!" the Alpha threw me across the room, I hit a bed night lamp and fall on the floor, covered in my blood while he glared at me. Growling.

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For three years, I have lived as a prisoner of the Obsidian Fang Pack, trapped under the rule of my fated mate, Alpha Derrick Nightfang, a man who was destined to protect me but instead became part of my nightmare. When a mysterious warning suddenly urges me to run, I know something terrible is coming. But before I can escape, Derrick uncovers the secret I've spent years hiding, my connection to Moonshade Forest, a forbidden land shrouded in ancient magic, deadly dangers, and the powerful Shadowthorn Coven. Now, I'm forced to guide Derrick and his warriors into the heart of the forest in exchange for the freedom I've desperately longed for. But the deeper we venture into the shadows, t

“He recorded us. Every time I was inside you. Every time you screamed my name. He’s been watching us like animals in a zoo.” Elara watched him, her own anger mixing with deep shame and fear. The recordings were circulating fast, each new message bringing fresh humiliation. Jax’s eyes were wild, dark with a storm of emotions that made him look dangerous and beautiful all at once. He turned to her suddenly, pulling her hard against his chest as if trying to shield her from the eyes of the world.

Erwin Keller sat on a fur couch. Three young shewolves sat around him. They were my cousin, Madison Browne, my colleague, Cynthia Tyrell, and my best friend, Mikaela Gaston. They all had on revealing fur dresses, and they were all smiling as if eager to please him. "Back already?" Erwin glanced up. "Perfect timing. The game just started." I dug my fingernails into my palms. Over the past few months, Erwin had slept with every shewolf close to me just to watch me fall apart.

"We fought again. He said I'm too sensitive and paranoid. I told him there's something off about Vivian, but he didn't believe me." The last page was written the day before I "disappeared". Connor's finger traced over those small words—"I'm just a little tired." He stared at that line for a long, long time. Then, he flipped to the final blank page of the diary and took a pen from his uniform pocket. Crouching in front of the tombstone and using his knee as a table, he began to write. His handwriting was steady, but he wrote slowly, as if each word cost him immense effort.

Once we were alone, I pulled the journal from my waistband and slapped it hard against his chest. “I know what your plan was,” I hissed, my voice filled with anger. “I know why your people came here. I’m keeping this book, Clyde. And if you dare cross me, even once, I’ll hand it to Aria. I won't even have to ask twice before she slits that pretty human throat of yours. Do you understand me?” Clyde didn't flinch. He watched me for a few seconds, searching my face to see if I had the stomach to follow through.

No, I would do it myself. My right hand gripped the shard and stabbed it into Elizabeth's body. Not just once. I couldn't control what I was doing; it was as if my body was moving on its own. Blood splattered on my face and nightgown. The smell of blood piercing my nose made my throat feel dry. Elizabeth had stopped moving for a few minutes now. With a little stagger, I stood up and moved away from her, my slightly trembling hand still gripping the shard tightly.