Jest Heartless Novels & Stories

A black jacket was lying across the hills. He appeared to be in his early twenties. His features best described as sharp with his pointed nose, deep black eyes, strong jawline, and thin, attractive lips. His skin was fair and looked radiant, reflecting the meagre amount of light emanating from the shaded lights which hung in the gazebo. His frame conveyed strength. His black hair damp and messy because of the rain and hung down over his eyes. His face was expressionless as he stared off into the dark. His eyes blinked, but it was a slow, emotionless flutter of eyelashes

the assistant replied. His assistant handed him the donation agreement that I had signed. Joseph did not take it. He turned his face away, and his shoulders trembled violently. Despair radiated from him. Yvette felt extremely happy inside after confirming that I was dead. However, she felt furious about receiving my heart.

You look older. His voice was dry. Thanks to you. Chasing me all over New York must be expensive. SJC’s finances are already collapsing, yet you still scraped together enough for this manhunt. Impressive. Thomas’ composure cracked. His hand tightened on his knee. His eyes grew darker. He forced himself not to strike her. If he ruined her face, the Larson family wouldn’t pay full price. Evelyn, I didn’t expect you to be this heartless. I raised you for ten years and you repay me by instructing Aurora to destroy the company?

Emphasis on the 'her'. But everything that has happened, the pain, sorrow, deaths, anger and all, has made her who she is today, fearless but... (Insecure) she doesn't have a heart anymore because everything that has happened to her has killed it and her conscience performed the ritual of burying her heart. She loves no one, all she can feel is pity, hatred and anger for her life, and anytime she thinks about it, shadows haunt her, she's into herself and I bet you, she lets no ONE in...

I bet that if not for my team working harder than I pay them to do, I would’ve lost this mafia already. After a good thirty minutes under the cold waters, my awareness vaguely came back, and I pushed myself off of the bench and took a much needed proper shower. I need to get my shit together. Or at least I have to try and get my shit together. So this is how a heartbreak feels like. It’s fucking painful that I am itching to rip my heart out of my chest and offer it to someone who needs it. This proves that I do have a heart. For such a long time, I thought I was a heartless monster. That’s also what people have labeled me. That gray-haired vixen had proved everyone wrong.

He is a heartless, ruthless demon and an enemy that is not easy to defeat. ******** Violet was standing by the window in her room, watching the rain falling. The sun had fallen asleep, leaving the sky in darkness. Tears dripped from Violet's eyes as her heart crying in pain. All the bad things that happened to her made her feel like she was living in hell.

How was she going to rest with all these regrets compounding one after the other in her heart? Her peaceful days were over, and for the rest of her life, she could never dream of having even a bit of rest. "You're truly heartless." She stepped back and used the back of her hand to wipe her tears. "You are the most heartless person I've ever met. I promise you you're never going to live happily. You're never going to attain your heart desires—" "Hailey, I hate repeating myself!" Kendrick warned in a low tone filled with anger. "If you utter another curse word—"

Heartless. How could she ever have thought there was goodness in him? Men like him didn’t get rich by showing mercy. “You’re vile. How dare you? You have no right to sell me off for your damn business!” she spat, her voice shaking with anguish. She bit her lip hard to muffle her sobs, but the tears kept falling. Jackson let out a soft, humorless laugh. He rubbed his stinging cheek and turned back to look at her. Their eyes locked. His face was unreadable, emotionless.

"I can feel your emotion and... it's heavy in the chest. I'm sorry if I can't remember you yet. I'll figure out a way." The heaviness in the chest? He's linked to Hrista, not me. Of course, Hrista is in bondage right now, and it aches to see him bound with the wench. She doesn't want to be miserable alone, huh? "Hessuel... do you need anything else?" I asked. "I'm... hungry."

Why does he even need to use me. I was walking along the streets I don’t know where I’m going, all I know is my heart hurts so much I can’t even breath clearly because of the tightness of my chest. I feel worthless and useless, why did you do that Tagan? I already believe in everything that happens but why suddenly like this, you made me feel special after that you’ll just bring me down this far. The pain and sadness of my whole system are mixed. I don't know if anyone will see me.