Jest Heartless Novels & Stories

"It'll not just be the worst mistake of your life. It'll be the one that ends you." I noticed her shiver. She was too scared to say another word. Moving away from her, Jaris met Jace. "And you, if I find out all of these were a lie, you'll regret you ever knew me." Jaris looked too threatening. He looked every bit like the terrifying Alpha he was. The ruthless man who killed people without second thoughts. The one who ripped out that poor boy's heart at the club months ago because he thought they were forcing themselves on me.

There was something about his silence that made me feel understood in a way that Jace’s coldness never had. “You’re still carrying the weight of the caves,” Kael said softly after a long pause. I blinked, surprised by his words. “What do you mean?” “The Heartstone—it’s not just power. It’s a curse too. You can’t feel the mark yet, not the way you will.” His voice dropped to almost a whisper. “And it won’t stop at the mark.” I flinched, instinctively clutching my hand. “What does that mean?”

A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

THE END **AUTHOR'S NOTE*** And that's it, thank you so much for supporting Billionaire's HEartless Love! I always read your comments and it always inspires me to write. I apologize for the wrong grammar and errors as I'll try my best to edit this story soon. Also, this book is the third book of the Hearts Series and if you want to read more, I'll list the order of my books so you can read the others too! The next chapters would be their life after marriage. It would be Theon’s Story.

She played a pivotal role in bringing semblance to my life and I cannot be thankful enough for that. But will I always be given the wrong cards? Don't I too deserve to be happy? Or even God is partial? And now even my parents are hell-bent to marry me off. If that was not enough on my already full plate, the guy I met is a complete heartless man. How am I suppose to break this to my parents? The thoughts and questions made me nauseous.

You should have considered the price of deceiving me. Meghan was completely terrified. She clung to his leg, begging him desperately. She knew exactly what Matthew was capable of. Last year, a client who offended him had his ribs broken and was dumped in an alley. Another man who harassed Danielle while drunk was shipped off to a notorious facility in Morville and never heard from again. She sobbed, struggling for breath. "I was wrong! Matthew, I'm so sorry! Please, for the sake of the seven years Taylor called you Daddy, spare us! Ah—"

Jonathan's tone was calm, but his eyes held a sharp, ruthless look, tinged with disgust. Isabella knew that Jonathan had invested in several films, and her earlier attempts to get close to him had been with the hope of securing a role in one of them. She certainly didn't want to offend him. Thinking about how unlucky she had been lately—experiencing the life of a hostess, now forced to drink—tears welled up in her eyes. "Mr. Sinclair, I... I'll drink," she stammered.

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?