Reading Juicy Gossip In Her Mind Novels & Stories

Everyone was gathering around to gossip in front of the computer. From afar, she heard someone saying, “Oh my god! We’ve trusted the wrong person! How unexpected!”

She knows what I'm thinking in my mind, can she read people's mind? “How do you get to know what I am thinking in my mind?" I asked, staring directly into her eyes. “I don't know...maybe from your expression. I guess I can read people's minds by looking at their faces. Just stop asking questions and eat your food before it gets cold." “I said I am not hungry." I half yelled. “Fine then, I will still keep the food because you might need it later on,," she said. I rolled my eyes. Who the heck is she and how do I get here, why am I not dead. I killed myself by jumping into that deadly river and I can remember it.

she said, guilt flushed over me, “ it's just my mind , nothing more” “ well your mind has always been smarter but your body has been dumb you know” she said, shoving some root beers in her mouth “ i want to go to bed, thanks for making it worse” i said ending the call as i fell back on my bed devastated, how stupid of me thinking he was trying to kiss me, fuck!, my hand wrapped around my phone, I am sure he was aware I was eagerly waiting for something out of the blue, that’s why he halted, tossing my phone, it fell on the floor, the sound of shattered glass got me.

Chapter 10 LUNCH BREAK. Heart’s mind flew like a bird while she ate with her friends. She ate without restraint, but her thoughts and attention were absent. “Slow down, you might choke,” Gigi said to her, causing her to look at her friend. Her gaze was meaningful, but she couldn’t share anything with others around. Gigi looked at her wrist and slightly pulled up her sleeve. “A souvenir?” She asked discreetly, to which Heart nodded. “I’ll tell you later.”

It felt like a dé·jà vu. Where it had ended in an elevator the last time, it now extended to another scene. And the scene wasn't anything simple or expected but something beyond my imagination – an intimate scene with Kim! Of all the men out there, why him? I even had trouble forgetting that scene with him on the beach one time. Zed is now my husband and should only be the only man in my mind. I was betraying him already by imagining Kim during those unsatisfied moments I had with him.

I slightly nodded my head when our eyes met and there-- I saw some unknown utterance. What it would be? After a minute the bus took off and I missed her already. "Harry, what happened to you? Why are you not eating? Is anything bothering you?" Quinn asked a random question one by one. "Quinn, it's nothing. I'm not hungry that's all. Can you please keep quiet for a minute.!" I almost yelled at her. God!!! What is happening to me?! We are in our private jet ready to go for New York. But I am not interested to go. If someone had told me you will refuse to go to your hometown where you belonged, definitely, I would have punched their face.

Maybe she really had offended him. "I'm sorry, Mr. Sinclair," she said quickly. "I've already quit the part-time job at the nightclub. I won't..." "Did you quit, or were you fired?" Jonathan cut in, pressing harder. "I was fired..." The exchange made the room go still. Everyone, except for Michael, was left with wide eyes and expressions of disbelief. Kylie gave up fighting back. She lowered her head even further, trying to shrink into herself. Jonathan's gaze flicked down to Kylie's damp blouse, now almost see-through and clinging to her chest.

Claxton? Isabella looked flustered for a while. She kept tugging on Mitchell's hem as she replied, with bright, sparkling eyes, "Mitchie and I used to be lovers. As of now, we're still dating each other." The reporters seemed to be even more interested in gossip than anything else, and they pounced on the information like a pack of hungry hyenas. I chuckled and shifted my gaze elsewhere. I was going to leave this city behind with absolutely no regrets. Before taking off, Altair contacted me, asking me how he should go about handling the plagiarism allegations.

I repeated "Yes, it's better than just sitting in silence eating this delicious meal. Maybe it's something rich people do but it's quiet boring so let's talk." She explained. I nodded, her logic did make sense so I obliged. "His promiscuity for one." I said "Promiscuity? He's married?" She asked in disbelief, she seemed to be enjoying the gossip, it was a bit cute watching her eyes grow like saucers at the mention of each juicy detail.

The woman on the other end screamed out immediately. Astrid flinched in confusion and shock at the scream. “Yes, who is this?” She questioned. Nikoleta and her parents turned to her, suddenly interested in her conversation. “Oh, yes. My name is Mindy Hopkins. I'm a freelance journalist in London. I managed to get your number from Jeff. He helped you get the number, right? I'm quite good at getting information. I have so many questions to ask you. How did you manage to win the heart of probably the number one biggest—”