Heartless Jest Novels & Stories

His heart was boiling with anger, and he was out of his wits. He wanted to make her heart understand that she could never be her and the jealousy went the best of him. So he did what she didn’t though he would ever do in his distant dream. He pull out his phone and called the person he thought he would never contact again. “Yes, I will help you.” This only word was enough to ruin everything in some people’s life. On the other hand, David and Gloria have been so engrossed in each other that nothing mattered to them outside.

She hates herself for being too naive. Justin was also shocked, guilt consumed him. His heart filled with sadness for Crystal. After all, he was the one who was brought in here. She should have checked before bringing her here.

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"I guess I reacted too quickly. Now that I think about it, your job sounds kind of...noble." I could see she was trying to be happy for me, but there were tears in her eyes. "Meghan, I'm sorry. I've been a selfish prick all my life, so I wanted to do something that'd help other people for a change. So when that guy offered me that job, I thought it'd be good to do. I only have to stay there for six months, and I'll return to you after that. It'll give Natasha some time to calm down too," I said.

I said, slowly and softly as I didn’t want to increase my headache. “ I don’t need your money! What do you take me for? Sex for hire?” He was angry, that’s odd. “Isn’t that what you are?” I stared at him with obvious confusion “look John…..” “it’s Kyle…..” “whatever, just get out” I added.

His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Jensen and roared, "Die!" Jake lunged at Jensen with fierce, explosive energy as soon as he finished speaking. "Bring it on!" Jensen met him head-on, his excitement growing as he saw Jake's power increasing. Jensen's strength surged again, reaching an even more terrifying level. Kurt's face turned extremely grim. That guy was indeed more terrifying than he had imagined. Given his current performance, he would likely lose even if Kurt were to step in. Kurt had thought that if Jake could not handle Jensen, he could still manage it, given his superior strength. However, their terrifying power was such that they were compared across the board. No one thoug

I didn't care why he was hurt or what hurt him, all I knew was that I was down to protect Elena no matter what. "Let go of me man!" He protested. "You have no idea the things that she did to me." He continued to say. I let go of him and lowered my voice, holding a sobbing Ekena close to me. "How much does she owe you?" "How much? You can't fucking pay for emotional damage? Do you know the emotional trauma that came with all of her lies and deceit, no, I won't accept money for any-" he was saying but I interrupted.

The only option is to go to her, apologize and pray to God, she forgives me and accepts me. *********************************** Christodia I have been out on two dates with Jenefails. I got to know his name means Jesus never fails. I'm calling him Jene now. I guess both our parents were creative with our name as mine also means 'christo dea' which means 'it belongs to Christ.' Anyway, he has proven to be the kind of guy I used to pray to God for. Someone who is not so rich but can take care of himself and me. Someone who is dedicated and truthful.

His identity was evident despite not being spelled out in full. Misty wouldn't stop growling in anger. "He is so fake! They're still in contact with each other! That hypocrite Xavier is such a two-faced liar, still thinking of Queenie while claiming to be in love with you!" I exited Instagram and looked at the morning light outside my window instead. What was in the past could stay in the past. From today onward, I was going after my dreams and only living for myself.

Lucy The rag was still in my hand, but my fingers had gone numb. My whole body felt like it had gone cold when Riker said those words. Pet. I’d heard worse, yes. But the way the men in the lot laughed—or pretended not to—burned hotter than fists ever had. Fists left bruises that faded. Words stuck, carved into the softest places of you. I kept polishing the chrome because I didn’t know what else to do. The metal shone under my hand, but the shine didn’t matter. I didn’t matter. That’s what Riker had meant. I was just something Blake had picked up on the side of the road. Disposable.