Heartless Jest Novels & Stories

“Hey Mr. Hero, this girl is our possession. So, it's better that you leave her to us only.” Hiya felt petrified hearing his threat while Ahil least bothered by his false hollow words hits hard on the man he was holding on, and he falls on ground subconsciously.

“I don’t know, Tay. My cousin is locked in the basement of my house, beaten to shit and chained to a wall, and my boyfriend refuses to let him down or show him any mercy at all.” “He was going to kill Matt, honey. He’s helping Drew.” She slumped down next to me and shoved a Danish in her mouth. “I know! And I don’t understand how he got to this point. He was so gentle when we were kids, and now he’s a hitman named Hades?! That’s not the Tyson I know and love.” “Just know that the guys have agreed not to hurt him or kill him as long as he keeps up his end of the deal. So, when this is all over, maybe you can help him get his life back on track.”

The only person who cared about me and treated me right was dead, so what was the meaning of life? If my death relieved her only son's pain and sadness, then I wouldn't mind dying with a smile on my face. Heck, I would calmly watch him torture me to his heart's content as that was the only way I could pay Madam Frost's kindness to me when she was still alive. I knew Xavier was the saddest one with this incident. I knew he must hate the world as much as I do. I knew he must hate me a lot, too, and my heart wouldn't stop breaking because of that.

And deep in Kai Mercer’s heart, a voice whispered the cruel truth: if the ring pulled him back in, it wouldn’t only be his fists that bled. It would be his soul.

It was in her plan to reveal the other woman of Jester to everyone who attended the man's wedding, but what if Kate knew all the things Jester did to her and to Jenny? "I love Jenny Budz. I will die if she breaks up with me. And Kate? I can leave her for the woman who changed my whole being. I was able to leave Jane back then, who loved me so much," Jester said in a serious tone. Jane's chest suddenly hurt. She burst into tears and realized that the man had never loved her before. She thought that she loved her and just bored her with it. In fact, Jester was just playing with her heart. As a result of her pain, she was accidentally hit on the floor, which made a sound that was heard by the t

My voice was laced with bitterness as a familiar ache in my heart struggled to take over. It's true though. I had always felt that I was the poor imitation or weak version of Alexa so I tried hard to prove myself and make my own identity. It always hurts me when I am being compared with my sister knowing I could never measure up. Although my sister is not aware of my insecurity, I managed to pretend I was okay because I knew jealousy and bitterness would not do me good.

But it seemed to have no effect on the heartless man who had decided already to leave her with scars. "Give it to me, kitten. I will make you feel like he has never done so." His breaths against her neck were like thorns piercing into her skin. "Tell me that you are enjoying it." He demanded. "Tell me that I make you feel better than he does." It was then that Ayla realized that he was too lost in his twisted, sick mind to stop now. She could only pray to the heavens up above and to whatever God who was listening to her to make it all stop.

“And I do not get how you could trust him that much. You do not know him well. Think of me as crazy, maybe losing my mind. But I just know that he is not whatever you are making him out to be. Most importantly, he is not how he is presenting himself to everyone.” “Damn, Lucas, what the hell? I have known you to be a cold person, but not a judgmental. You are being one right now. I am not forcing you to like him, neither am I coercing you to trust him. But judging him, really? Are you really going to stoop this low?” “You do not know him well, Eliana, and I will keep on repeating that. What if he is not…” “Not what?” I asked when he stopped midsentence, feeling the hole in my chest deepening.

My feet moved not by will, but by force, each step heavier than the last. “You’re mad at me? And so what? I don’t care, Adriah. I’m telling you this, so put this in your mind... You’re a Stealer and you’re not my mate.” “I don’t fcking care!”* King Jester’s words echo relentlessly inside my head, like sharp blades slashing through my chest. His voice—cold, merciless, final—haunts me. My heart feels like it’s been torn apart, every beat a painful reminder of his hatred. Breathing hurts.

He never saw his own flaws, so whatever I said, it was just gonna bounce right off him. I gave a bitter smile. "Yeah, I'm heartless." "What kind of attitude is that? Are you saying I've wronged you?" Jace sounded ready to go off on me. I met his gaze head-on. "No, you're perfect. I'm the one who wanted to end things, so obviously, I'm the heartless one, right?" His expression darkened. "Cut the sarcasm."