Jelly Bean Leaked Novels & Stories

I barely got the words out. Jaxon walked into the living room, towel around his neck from his morning shower, and froze when he saw the screen. “Oh, for f—” He dropped the towel and snatched the remote. “What channel is this?” “It’s on all of them,” I said numbly, swiping through my phone. “Someone leaked my name. And yours.” He cursed again, sharp and low. “This wasn’t supposed to go public. You’re not a criminal. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Now. I drop the phone. Slump back in the chair. The juice sits there, untouched. I stare at the blank koala on my screen and suddenly feel like crying. Too late. The leak’s been deleted. The emails scrubbed. But the world already saw. Screenshots exist. Memes are probably being made. Dorothy. Fuck. I whisper under my breath. “I’m so fucking sorry, Dorothy…”

I threw down the newspaper sharply and hissed before bringing the phone to my ear, bracing myself for the bad news I inevitably knew was coming. Just as I expected, the first words that came out of his mouth were, “We have a problem. We have a big leak, our entire prototype has been shared with His Wei technology”. *********** The announcement over the PA system had me strapping in the belt as the pilot began his descent into the private air strip I usually used whenever I came into New York. I pulled off my glasses and rubbed my temples, feeling the beginning of a headache. I also threw down the dossier that had been hurriedly brought to me when I boarded the jet hours ago.

"Hey, what's wrong? Is it the expulsion stuff? Or the professors? Did something else happen?" I shook my head, the tears starting again. "Kelly. It's Kelly." Her eyes widened. "What about her? Did something happen to her?" I took a shaky breath. "I... I found out who leaked the video. Kelly leaked the video. She even helped Dahlia deliver me to the rogue who poisoned me." Becca's jaw dropped open. "What?! What the fuck?! Kelly? As in, our Kelly?"

Lucy’s POV “Blair!” I hissed under my breath as I saw her disappearing into the crowd. “What?” Where?” Alaric interjected. But before I could answer, Stephanie approached. “Mrs. Kingsley?” I turned around, and when I saw the disheartened, panicked look on her face as she held a tablet in her hand, I knew this wasn’t good. “What is it, Steph?” I asked. She showed me a breaking news article, and it was as big as day! There was a leaked line: SEWAGE SABOTAGES & RAT RAIDS CONFECTIONS!!

"Trent is going to Kyle's gala. He is going to try to convince Celine to leave Kyle. We cannot let that happen." "What do you want me to do?" Jared asked. "Leak the fabricated evidence to Kyle," I said. "All of it. The documents linking Trent's father to the massacre. The witness statements. Everything. Kyle will use it to turn Celine against Trent permanently." "Are you sure about this?" Jared asked. "Once we leak it, there is no taking it back." "I am sure," I said. "Do it. Tonight." Jared hesitated. "This is going to destroy Trent."

"We just won't tell her, let it be a surprise," Damon said with a sly glint in his eye. "She will kill us, for about 3 seconds, before the third little jellybean snags her attention. I can't wait to see her face" he said, the three of them laughing hard.

“I don’t misplace things, Rachel. People take them.” His voice cracked on the last word. When he turned away, I saw the tremor in his shoulders. He was unraveling, and it was beautiful. I waited until he left, then pulled out my burner phone. My heart hammered as I composed the next leak, a partial inventory list from one of his overseas storage facilities. I blurred out key details, just enough to keep the mystery alive. A slow leak kills faster than a bullet. By morning, a new headline spread across every finance blog: *Adrian Drake’s Company Under Fire for Unethical Practices.*

What made her happiest was that after Amanda stormed out of their banquet that night, she hadn’t returned to the Schmidt family since. This morning, Jennifer had been scrolling happily through the news—until she saw her transaction history with the marketing company exposed online. Her good mood instantly crashed. And then her phone rang. The call was from the manager. She picked up furiously. “Hey, I paid you to do a job—not to sell me out! How the hell did my transaction records get leaked?! I thought your firm was known for airtight confidentiality?” Jennifer’s voice trembled with fury. If Benjamin saw this… how could she ever become Mrs. Schmidt? She could only pray that Benjamin was too

“I found something. Something that changes everything.” I lean in. “What are we looking at?” She pulls up a series of files and opens one. It’s a document from Etoile’s board—confidential strategy reports, information that never should have left the company. Then she clicks to another screen. It’s the same document, but leaked. And it ended up in the hands of a direct competitor. I exhale sharply. Andrea’s voice is steady. “Sterling leaked these.” The room shifts. A few people sit up straighter. Others look like they want to disappear into the floor.