Heartless Jest Novels & Stories

He wanted to see if Uriel would tell the truth or not. “Alpha Jaxon, you are known as the heartless Alpha. They said that you are the future Alpha King, you are his favorite but you're his enemy too. He's the father of Helene.” Uriel sighed. He was stressed about everything. He was thinking about his father too but it won't change the fact that he must need to do what was right.

"And your father can spend his remaining years in a prison cell. It makes no difference to me, Celestine. The choice is entirely yours." I stared into his dark, ruthless eyes, searching for even a flicker of mercy, a hint of the boy I vaguely remembered from society galas years ago. There was nothing left of that boy. This was a monster in a tailored suit. "You are a heartless bastard," I breathed, the words slipping out before I could stop them. His eyes hardened, a dangerous glint passing through them, but his voice remained deadly calm.

I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger” He turns to me, his eyes dim, glossy with tears, “who broke us?” he says softly, touching my face softly. His touch was raw, deep, painful, he didn't move, he just stared at me with a sad face…I could feel it. “I have been broken a long time ago, I always say my heart doesn't even beat anymore that's how damaged I am” I chuckle wryly, “there's no point in having a heart right? Cara thinks I'm heartless, my mother thinks I lack compassion and you…you think I'm just…stock up”

"I thought Yvonne married into a wealthy family. Turns out she picked up deadweight." "Serves him right. He's a loser but still acts arrogant. He deserves what he's getting." Every cruel word stabbed into my ears like tiny daggers. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. There was no point arguing with people who were about to die.

His breathing grew shallow, ragged. “Grey tried to start another company. But out of hate and jealousy, I sent people to burn down the building. He was destined for greatness— I knew it. And I knew I could never measure up. I knew nothing about handling a business, so I paid experts to run it for me while I went on vacations and played the face of the brand. Deep inside, I knew whatever Grey built again would surpass mine. And I couldn’t let that happen.” His hands clenched the handkerchief until his knuckles went white.

“I enjoy unwrapping a woman like a gift. Slowly. Thoroughly. I want to hear you thank me for every second of restraint.” The Jester. Cracked half harlequin mask. Mischief weaponized. His profile photo: abs, bare and unapologetic, a half-smirk as he pulls up his shirt like he knows exactly what he’s doing. A lean frame built for stamina. He plays with sensation until you're a trembling wreck. Edging. Teasing. He wants tears. Wants whimpers. Wants to push you to the edge and leave you hanging there, desperate. “I want to see how long you can last before you’re begging me to stop making you feel so good it hurts.”

I didn't think it was possible for my eyes to widen any more. "You're in my head every goddamn second, Anderson! Every single time I see you, I just want to kiss you, or touch you, or just be close." He seemed like he couldn't believe that he was saying this all, but his surprise went away just as quick. "Yes, it fucking scares me too. Because I never wanted to feel this way. I'm supposed to be the guy who doesn't give a shit to anything or anyone. I'm supposed to be that heartless bastard." His thumb softly caressed my cheek and I found myself getting lost in his eyes.

The rage and disgust on her face is the scariest I've ever seen, and because of that I feel tense. — Look here, don't think you're a rebellious girl who's just going to run away. I'm really trying to control myself, but if you get out of line, there's no respect or empathy, you know, Celeste? - His voice sounds dark. Identical to that voice that haunted me and your eyes are no different. “I know you hate me, that you didn't want to be here, and I'm really surprised you're so much darker than I imagined. But don't try to think that your strength is greater than mine. So be quiet and you can play with me. You might want to run away, but I'll always keep you here, until you understand that this

I gazed wanting him to know how serious I was, we locked eyes and his black eyes looked hardened and suddenly softened, he smiled at me, I pulled the string of hair in my face and focused my attention on the road, he drove and didn't say anything "What happened to you?" he couldn't hold back his curiosity anymore, his eyes wandered in my body, as I watched him from the corner of my eyes, pretending to pay less attention to him "Mind your own business" I mindlessly to replied him, he made a funny face, and I almost laughed about it, but decided not to let him get through to me with his friendly attitude "That's expected, anyways I'm Joseph Mc Gray, but you can call me Joseph the carpenter" I

Mind & Heart by Tristan Barton plays softly, the melancholy melody filling the car. I lift my hand, gently placing a finger under Jace’s chin, guiding his face toward me. His eyes, once brimming with confidence and arrogance, are now sunken and haunted. In this moment, he’s not the Jace Adkins I know—the bold, self-assured man—but a lost little boy, burdened by the pain of visiting the graves of parents who were stolen from him.