Jest Heartless Novels & Stories

Karila still chuckled, even though the cloth on her face didn't show her reaction. “I feel tremendously sad about this, you have no idea how he represented positivity in my life, he will be greatly missed and may Allah guide his steps away from Hell(*hell) on the last day for directions from Jannah(*Paradise). – Karila warned, feigning a sympathy that wasn't hers, a religiosity that no longer belonged to her. Remembering the act only made her shiver, looking away.

“How can you be heartless?” I chuckled as I took a step forward and pressed my index finger over his erratically beating heart. “I wonder what happened to my heart, Jackson. Oh wait, you should know exactly what because you are the one who did the honors of ripping it out of my chest and trampling over it with those ridiculously expensive shoes of yours.” “But my mother did nothing,” Jackson said. “She doesn’t deserve this.” “Exactly. She did nothing when her son used and threw the woman who she used to call ‘her own daughter’.” I said, air quoting. “So she doesn’t deserve for me to reveal your truth to my daughter just for her wish to come true.”

I really can't stop thinking how he said that to me without feeling as if he was innocent. "Now I am even more sure that you are indeed a heartless cruel man Jacob Hayden Al Jassem !!" no longer able to hold back my tears that wanted to come out immediately I turned to the room and locked the door tightly, and in there I spilled all the feelings that are in me now.

Without remorse. Jack merely dusts off his hands like he swatted away an insect. I stare at the corpse, my mind struggling to process what just happened. Yes, I hated the man, but did he deserve that? Just like that? No trial. No chance to grovel. No warning. My heart pounds as I take a step back, instincts screaming at me to run. This man—my mate—is heartless. He really does live up to his name as the most feared Alpha. Jack exhales in mild annoyance, as if handling a minor inconvenience. Then, his piercing gaze lands on me. "Since you refuse to repay me, mate…" His voice trails off as he flicks his fingers.

JADE "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. You would never change," I heard Max's voice behind me and turned. I stared at him in surprise, my heart racing as I realized that nothing had happened to him. He had pretended to faint and I was so desperate that I believed his act. "You still tried to hurt me, Jade. How come you get heartless by the second?" He asked. My eyes brimmed with tears, realizing that I was powerless right there.

CHASE Jennifer peered at me through her fake eyelashes, sizing me up. I had put on my most expensive suit to impress her, but at the same time, I didn't give two shits about her opinion. Jennifer meant nothing to me. "I thought you were not going to come," she finally spoke. I looked at her with surprise. "Why would you think that?" "You've been distant from me for a while now. You keep ignoring my phone calls. So finally, I got desperate and called your father. Do you realize how humiliating that is for me, Chase?"

But it seemed to have no effect on the heartless man who had decided already to leave her with scars. "Give it to me, kitten. I will make you feel like he has never done so." His breaths against her neck were like thorns piercing into her skin. "Tell me that you are enjoying it." He demanded. "Tell me that I make you feel better than he does." It was then that Ayla realized that he was too lost in his twisted, sick mind to stop now. She could only pray to the heavens up above and to whatever God who was listening to her to make it all stop.

His defiance was a stark contrast to her cold indifference, a reminder that no matter how powerful she was, there were still things she could never understand or possess. Yolanda's reaction was chilling. Instead of anger, she burst into laughter, a sound that echoed eerily through the empty room, tinged with madness. "Heartless?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with cold amusement. "You're absolutely right. I am heartless. Emotions mean nothing to me." Her unapologetic admission sent a wave of cold dread through us. This was a woman who had completely severed herself from any semblance of humanity, and in that detachment, she had become even more dangerous.

And given how everyone seems numb right now, I guess she won. I bury my face in my hands, my tears falling faster. I can’t believe how heartless she is, how cruel. She is turning out to be so much worse than I ever thought. No, she doesn’t just lack a heart—she doesn’t even have a soul. Who lets an innocent man bleed to death when there’s something they could do about it?

He's not heartless, He can never do something so cruel and hurtful like that. Right?