Jalen Hurts Story Novels & Stories

Hansen shouted in a low voice, "What rights do you have to slander my family? Why don't you take a look at yourself?" Jenna even cursed at the Richards family. Hansen was furious as anger pulsed through his veins. "What slander? Your family members are all bullies," Jenna burst into tears as she recalled being m*lested by that b*stard, Norton, in her sophomore year. She suffered from nightmares for several years throughout her university life and now she was humiliated by the b*stard Hansen. She could no longer hold back her tears at that point. "You said that my family members bullied you?" Hansen turned his head around and said with anger in his eyes, "After what you did to the Richards fa

Jaelen clenched his jaw but stayed quiet. Azxel walked to his closet, pulled out his clothes and dressed up. Jaelen kept watching him without a word. One thing about Jaelen was, he is a persistent person. After all the trash Azxel said, he still expected something, he was still waiting for an explanation, a confession or anything. Azxel didn’t give him one. Finally, Jaelen spoke again. “Did he hurt you?” Azxel froze for half a second. “When did I ever tell you I don't like pain?”

Her palm was a bit red. Tatiana's chest heaved with anger and guilt, her jaw clenched. Jolene never expected to see her this way. "I'm fine, Tatie," she whispered. "Fine?" Tatiana's gaze met hers, her voice breaking. "You just got bullied and hurt because of me. This isn't right." Jolene glanced at Jaxon standing around the corner with his hands tucked into his pockets. "Yeah, you won't tell me how you got hurt for me, just like you didn’t tell me about your father, Jojo."

He says "Haley would never do that. But my ex husband abused me and left me to die. Jace found me and nursed me back to health. I have a scar that runs down my back and one on my inner leg. He abused me so much that I can't have kids." I tell him "I'm sorry." He mumbles "I'm not it made me the person I am today." I tell him "Um could I have tomorrow night off?" He asks "What for?" I ask

Why the hell would Jalen tell him about us? Matt cleared his throat as we reached the car. “Well… sorry, AT. But Jalen didn’t exactly keep it a secret. Our senior year, the last party before graduation, he was still upset he couldn’t find you, so he got drunk. Talia was all over him, and he snapped. Said the only girl he’d ever sleep with that night was you, not her. Kendall and a couple others had to drag him off before he puked all over the yard.” I blinked. “Seriously, Matt?”

Jalen had filled her head with ideas that she could gain some sort of powers, which we weren't even sure was more than a legend. I had never felt more hurt and betrayed. After over a year of searching for my mate, she only wanted me for the power I could offer; she even resorted to seducing me to test the theory. After quickly showering and brushing my teeth, I dressed for school, choosing a plain black shirt and black jeans. I completed the ensemble with a leather black jacket and steel-toe boots. Descending the stairs, I sensed Jalen's aura emanating from the kitchen. There he sat at the table, devouring an enormous breakfast.

I couldn't help but ask. "I'm seventeen, but I don't care!" "Badass!" I chuckled, trying to hide the guilt that was slowly devouring me at the moment. I was here to look for comfort, but what the heck did I get? I met a kid whose mom was killed by that blast we started and whose dad, who was now bedridden, also because of us. 'F*ck you, Shantel!' I couldn't help but throw the blame at her. 'F*ck me! F*cking dogs!' And blamed myself and my gang.

Panic suddenly comes over me; he's hurt. Harvey see me. Jalen brings an arm around my shoulders to try and guide me away. "You don't want to see this," Jalen assures. I try to look back at Harvey again. "Jalen, it's fine," Harvey calls, slightly defeated. "She's already seen it."

He opened it and started to clean the wound by himself which was an impossible thing to do. She leaned to him and started to help him. Gently she pressed the cotton wool on his wounds. Sniff. Sniff. “Shouldn't I be the one crying?” Jerald asked while groaning. “I'm not crying. I think I got an allergy or something. And we are all done, you don't need this.” Jennifer took the glue from his hands. “You need a few stitches and you're ready to go.” She stood up and walked to the door. “Jennifer?”

Anyway, nobody knew. From a promising, intelligent boy, adored by everyone, Jardel became a pauper, a beggar. Lost a job, lost friends, lost everything he had. In the end, only the family and me were left. They thought I never gave up on him. I knew that what I counted was my life. I mean, I was afraid. But I knew that no evil would last forever. I was used to suffering. What is a drugged, crazy, violent boyfriend for a girl who lost her mother at sixteen, went to live with a grandmother she barely knew and never knew who her father was?