Jenny Heart Novels & Stories

it was something that none of them were prepared for. Jenny didn't only poison Alpha Bryant's mind with her lies, but she had also poisoned Aria's heart, slowly she made Aria's heart darker until she ended up turning into a sick person. her sickness was something that Brian couldn't cure, his good, pure heart could do Aria no good. Thanks to Jenny, Aria had learned to love the dark, she had learned to accept how shamelessly selfish she could be. Aria finally understood that she was no different from a monster.

she cries softly, turning towards him. He bends down to hug her, and Jenny closes her eyes as she embraces Alexander. A profound warmth envelops her; Alexander feels like home, she muses. Suddenly, Jenny hears something rustling nearby. Her eyes snap open as she sees movement in the shadows. A scream escapes her as Jessica emerges, raising a gun towards Alexander's back. Without hesitation, Jenny shoves Alexander hard, and before she can react further, three shots fire into her body in rapid succession. Her ears ring painfully as she begins to feel faint, collapsing to the floor.

Vincent haunted me—even in the sunlight. Nick leaned forward, arms resting on the table. “You’ve been quiet.” “Just soaking it in,” I said softly. He nodded but didn’t look convinced. “You can talk to me, Lisa. About anything. Even if it’s… messy.” I looked down at my drink. “It’s not that simple.” “I know. But I’m still here.” There was something in his voice that made my chest tighten. He really meant it. He wanted to be the one I turned to. But how could I explain that my heart was trapped between gentle warmth and consuming fire? That Vincent’s cruelty lit something inside me I didn’t understand?

And certаinly not а future tied tо peоple likе thе Robinsons. I sigh, trying tо shake off thе irritatiоn causеd by thе news of Mr Rоbinsоn’s visit. Тhe аudаcity of thаt man never fаils tо rile me uр. Just аs I’m running through all thе ways I’ll arguе with my fathеr about this mаrriаge nоnsense аgаin, thе door tо thе living rооm opеns. I glance up аnd watch my mother step in. Her ginger hair is pulled back in a bun, and her grey eyes lock onto mine. The corner of my mouth twists into a smile as I see her walk over and sit beside me.

Three months into our marriage, I was cooking dinner when I noticed that every plate, bowl, and cup in the house was smaller than standard dinnerware. That slight difference mattered. Every time I lifted a bowl or wrapped my hand around a cup, I had to adjust my grip to the tighter curve. I held up two bowls of different sizes and asked Damian Moretti why. He said they had simply been custom-made for the Family. That night, a torrential downpour left me stranded at the station after I finished handling Family business. Across the street, inside a restaurant, Damian held a bite of steak to the lips of the young woman opposite him, then gently wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth. The

With her memories. Rachel Madison thinks she can replace Jenny in my heart, but she is a total joke. Rachel is like a shadow I can’t shake. Loud, fake, desperate for attention—she’s everything Jenny isn’t. She doesn’t want me; she wants the idea of being with me, and I know. All she wants is the clout and the gossip.

While Landon emitted raw masculinity and lethal sexual attraction, this guy was more soft, sophisticated and friendly. "But Jenne's father is a politician, and so, he didn't approve of him. she tried her best, but it was useless." " she married the businessman secretly, and a year later, she got a beautiful baby. Somehow, the news reached there father because he had a lot of sources. Jenne brought her baby here in hopes that it will melt his heart, but instead, it gave him a heart attack. A genuine one. He asked her to file for a divorce right away. she didn't, and it gave him the second heart attack."

He asked, "Emma, what happened? Please tell me. Why is this happening? Whatever it is, we can fix it if you just talk to me." A bitter laugh nearly escaped me. Even now, he clung to his act of innocence. So I looked him straight in the eyes and spoke slowly, making sure every word landed. "Fine. Then, tell me—how did my mother really die? And whose chest is her heart beating in now?" For the first time, true panic flickered across Ryan's face. He fumbled for words, unable to find a single excuse. Finally, he offered the weakest excuse imaginable. "I never wanted your mom to die. She practically raised me. Do you think I wanted that outcome?"

She glances at my healing eye. “A boxing gym. Harry’s Gym, the place you went to, that’s…mine.” “Harry’s Gym? I imagined it would be owned by a man named Harry.” “It used to be my dad’s until he retired. William Harrison, but everyone on the force called him Harry.” Harley owns a boxing gym. This truly is the woman of my dreams. “Don’t let this one fool you Erik,” Jack appears with our iced drinks in hand, “she could probably put you on your ass.”

Neville had always had a mother, and that mother was Samantha. Looking back, it all started to click. Every year, when Samantha bought gifts for Hannah, she always bought a second set for Neville. I never thought much of it, but now? Every little detail reeked of betrayal. I remembered the year Harttown was hit hard by influenza, which was especially dangerous for children. Hannah caught it, and she was miserable, barely able to lift her head. I pulled strings and managed to get her a dose of hard-to-find antiviral medication, but the next morning, it was gone.