Impitoyable Novels & Stories

I had to save my face and rationalize my behaviour. ” stop yelling!! I ain't anywhere. Just right here. I was thinking what I am doing here with all those stupid books and all? " “Hey you stop throwing an attitude. You are not alone sitting here at almost three" her face was telling how much she was hurt with my words. That’s when I realized how rude I was. She was awake at this hour for me. "Sorry sorry, it’s just I couldn't get this question and that made me irritated and I.... Am sorry. You know me"

His name always makes me uncomfortable. In these three days, I have insulted him to my heart's content but he never reacts except for giving a sad look. I thought that he will get angry and will try to harm me when I will tell him that he can never change, He is an abuser and will remain an abuser.

Jenna murmurs, supporting me regardless while I limp to the door. “I don’t care. He hurt me, been an ass to me, been an ass to Alexei. If he wants to be my mate he better start acting like one instead of being a possessive prick.” I grunt, twisting the door open and pushing forward. I ignore the worsening throb in my leg and stumble down the hallway, towards the exit. A low, menacing growl vibrates through the hallway and I turn around. At the other end of the hallway stands a heavily breathing Alpha, eyes bled to the dark green of his wolf and a chipped eyebrow, guess Ximena got him good.

the fucking smell was so good, it drove him mad. He growled loudly and hit his hands on the steering wheel. He had to text Drayer to get him with some emergency bullshit to get him out of the situation. It was a code blueberry. The word was fucking stupid and it caused his lip to lift even as anger rolled over him in waves. Since junior high if one of them needed pulling out of a sinking ship of any kind all they had to do was give the 'code blueberry' to the other and the shit was on.

she could not restrain the helpless hiccup as it left her mouth, the horrible memories of Dominic's sinful touch inundating her senses. "Do you not understand the gravity of situation Tara?" The softening of his tone was sudden, but she knew the angry edge still remained. It could never be satiated with tears and cries. It was clear that his hostility was deep rooted, firmly understanding borders between desperation and stupidity. And for all that he knew, she would never give up in desperation. Sure she had handed over a lot for her career but jumping down the cliff could only be done by someone utterly foolish, or someone deceptively in disguise, carrying the parachute in their hidden back

Just disbelief. A short, humorless sound left him. “Unbelievable.” He straightened slightly, his gaze lifting back to my face. “So this is what you had reduced yourself to?” I felt it then. Not just the words, but the way they stacked, one after the other. “Pathetic.” “Obsessive.” “Desperate.” Each one landed without effort, like they didn’t require anything more than being spoken. I lifted my hand again, trying to respond, trying to form something that held long enough to mean anything, but the movement faltered halfway through. My fingers didn’t align. The shape broke.

“She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.” He took a swig of wine. I didn’t know if that was a compliment or an insult. “What about her son?” I asked cautiously. His jaw tightened. “He’s a parasite. Latches onto his mother like a child needing breast milk. Totally useless. My father always knew it. That’s why the clause exists.” There was something deeper in his voice then—a venom I hadn’t heard before. His hate wasn’t cold. It was personal. Deep. Ugly. “And what happens after six months?” I asked.

When it loaded the color faded away from my face and a rush of rage went through my veins. Alexis sitting on a chair, tied up, hurt and undressed. A knife on her leg where she had been shot, and her blood dripping down her thigh to the cement floor. She was only in her bra and scratches by knifes stained her torso which would leave terrible scars on her body. When her face turned to the camera and her eyes met mine through it, I could see the silent cry of help as her eyelids shook lightly. She was pale and the pain inflicted to her body caused me great weakness. My heart was sinking in an ocean who I didn't know the end of.

I told her. I stared at her eyes that seemed hurt but cared not as she made her way outside the room. I sighed in disappointment, knowing that what I was about to do was the silliest and most pitiful thing that could possibly be done. And because I am the pitiful person that I am, I made the decision that a weak-minded person would make. Taking the opportunity I picked up the sharp knife. No life was better than living a life of being treated like a filth. I forced air into my lungs as tears rolled down my cheeks. When the blade brushed against my skin, I hissed in agony. I soon sensed my life slowly slipping away. My body's life began to dwindle away.

“You butting into matters that are none of your business. You think screwing around with him for a few days gives you the right to talk back at me? You're just a sl*t. Now I understand why your parents named you Jade.” Jade balled her palms into fists as she stopped moving backward. She stared right at him as she spoke, selecting words she knew would fuel his rage. “Good for you. Because I don't understand why your parents didn't give you a name that fits your personality. But, then again, it's hard to think of just one name that describes you. Rogue, scoundrel, scallywag, wastrel, degenerate, rascal... Oh, I think I got it; devil. That's the name your parents should have given you.”