Heartless Jest Novels & Stories

"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

I repeated what Jeremy had said as pain continues to burn my heart. Damn this unrequited love. “Hey, Jann. How’s your song?” Heziah suddenly asked me, her eyes are kind of saying that she knows what I’m feeling, so she’s trying to divert the topic. I removed Jeremy’s arm from around my neck and gave her a smile. “What song?” “The one you sent to us. It was good, bitch. The one you wrote for all motherfuckers in the world,” Jessile said and I could hear annoyance in her voice which made me smirk. She’s probably angry at Jeremy that she made up a non-existent song, huh?

Hans has a love fever,' he said. "Why are you silent? What should I do?" Daniel straightened his seat and said. "What are you complaining about?" The assistant CEO acted as the Love Doctor. "I can't control my own heart. I always feel jealous if Liebe looks happy, not because of me." "Who is Liebe, sir? Is she the second woman after Ms. Jessica?" "Liebe is Jessica. That's what I call her," Leon explained without embarrassment. Daniel just nodded his head with a smile. 'Is this man in front of me young, Master Karl?" Daniel wondered.

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