Jalen Hurts Story Novels & Stories

Selena is pregnant. That sentence kept spinning in Axel's mind. He really didn't know what to do next. His world seemed to be crumbling. The smell of carbolic acid lingering in his nose made his mood even more uncomfortable. Many of his men were seriously injured due to Damian's sudden visit. Fortunately, all he wanted was Jovan. Once he got what he wanted, he left. Meanwhile, Axel is now waiting for Jenny who is being treated for a gunshot wound to her leg.

The Weight of Gratitude Jalen Two months. That’s how long it had been since Green Briar almost fell, since Jack was slain and the fortress torn down brick by brick. Two months since Evandra—Luna Evandra, Luna to four packs—had stunned the world again with her strength. And two months since Jalen Johnson had been given something he had never expected to deserve: a second chance.

Work, fuck, eat, sleep and repeat. When I read that letter that Jayler wrote me, it was the worst of all the hurtful things that happened to me. It was the real MVP. My heart was shattered into smithereens and my whole world crashed down and exploded leaving nothing, not even a small bit for myself. I guess I’m a sucker for pain.

“Hectic? What’s going on?” She sighed, her mind flashing back to the kitchen table, Jamal’s voice still echoing in her ears. “It’s Jamal. He’s... been going through a rough patch with some kids at school. He told me this morning they were bullying him last year. He didn’t say much back then, but today he admitted that they made fun of him for not having a dad.” There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. When Damian spoke again, his voice was tight with anger. “What? Are you serious? What kind of kids are these? That’s just—” he cut himself off, clearly trying to rein in his temper.

“But you…” “You remember,” he said softly, a faint smile on his lips. “Even after everything. You still remember me.” Jalen. Her first friend in the Fold. The one who taught her how to survive the nightmares when she was just a girl torn from the world. He had vanished one day and never returned. She thought he’d been taken. Consumed. She never thought he would become this. “What did they do to you?” she asked, her voice cracking. He tilted his head, gaze never leaving hers. “They didn’t do anything. I chose to stay. I chose to stop being someone forgotten.”

' Juwan has nothing to fear, but there may be someone behind him, and he has more confidence. Javen‘' um' said, 'Juwan, if you cheat Cassie out so casually and play any tricks again, next time you will be thrown away not by a road, but by the busiest downtown of San Francisco.' Unexpectedly, Javen told the story of his humiliation so easily. Juwan's face turned dark instantly. That incident can be said to be a disgrace to his life! Being stripped naked and thrown on the street, being pointed by passers-by, he curled up so hard that he couldn't stop it. He didn't want to go through it again in his life!

I refused to eat, growing leaner day by day. I kept budging them, asking—begging on my knees that they tell me what I did wrong but they won't tell me anything. Worse, they dumped a bucket of liquid paint over my head, staining my uniform and I became the laughing stock of the whole school as I walked down the hallway. He paused, his eyes growing tender, clouded with emotions. My breath seized as he carved his palm on either side of my cheeks gently, leaning towards me. He whispered. "And the only one—the only person who can heal that scar is you, Jhelani."

“They moved us twice. First aid here, then someone said we were going upstairs. Then the roof shifted and they needed people who could still walk.” “And you decided that included you.” “My legs work.” “Your arm doesn’t.” “I noticed.” I almost smiled. Almost. “How badly are you hurt?” “Broken collarbone. A few burns. Healer says I’m irritating but unlikely to die from it.” “That sounds promising.” “He seemed disappointed.” This time I did smile. A healer passing behind us gave Joren a look. “He’s lying. I said nothing of the sort.” Joren waited until the healer was gone. “He thought it.”

Jali says quietly, and I slowly swallow. "So I was sent because I was dying," I ask, and Jali nods. "Yes. A few more seconds and you would have been lost. May I...who hurt you," Jali asks, and I freeze as my father's face flashes in my mind. My hands freeze on my bowl, and my stomach instantly feels sick. Pain, bruises, and bloody moments fill my thoughts. My body begins to tremble, and Jali grabs my hand. "I'm sorry. Push that from your mind. You will never have to suffer abuse again. You are safe here, and once you get a mate...not a living soul in the Galaxy will touch you. You are safe," Jali says, and my eyes snap to her concerned face.