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.

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.”

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.

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.

And the familiar man immediately greeted me with a smile that showed both his sweet dimples. "Your cousin isn't here, she's in the cafeteria," I explained to the man who was none other than Nicky. "I've met her. However, my purpose here is to meet you.” “Oh… that sounds ridiculous,” I retorted wryly. He smiled again, even though my words were so harsh. Very weird. I hope he goes soon. "Are you bored? How about we have some fun outside?” "Do not want. That would be even more boring.” "You haven't tried it, why have you concluded like that?"

As long as I marry her and get the sixty million, I’ll shove this bitch off an icy cliff and let the ocean take her! [Once I have the money, I can rebuild everything from scratch! And I won’t let that whore Tiffany Dunn off either!] Listening to the vicious thoughts in his head, I could no longer suppress the smile curling at my lips. I tightened the thick cashmere shawl around my shoulders and slowly walked to the door, pulling the heavy wooden door open. The freezing wind instantly rushed inside. A flash of wild joy exploded in Eden’s eyes. He thought he had found my weakness once again.

My stomach twisted. I stopped behind a tree, far enough that they wouldn’t notice me, but close enough to watch. Jace laughed at something she said. That easy, warm laugh he used to give me. My fingers tightened around my phone until the case creaked. “Who the hell is she?” I whispered to myself. I opened I*******m and started typing a story. Nothing too obvious. Some people move on so fast… guess the rumors were true after all. I added a sad emoji and a broken heart. Posted it.

By the sixth year of our marriage, I found another man's contact information on my wife's phone. She hadn't shown him to me willingly. While she was taking a shower, a message from an unfamiliar number came through with an intimate photo. A shirtless man had his arms around her while posing for the camera with a peace sign. I picked up the phone and opened the conversation. The chat history had been wiped clean. The entire conversation contained only that one photo, and the contact was saved under a single letter. [M] She hadn't saved his full name or anything else, but it was obvious she had cheated on me.

Gossip gleamed in her eyes. "Uh... no one," I stammered. "No one? You were, um... solo celebrating?" Her brows wiggled suggestively. "No!" My face burned. "Hey, no shame in that game," she teased. "Need to work out some tension, you know?" "Lucy!" I hissed, sinking lower in my chair, hoping nobody overheard. "Alright, alright," she chuckled. "Spill it then. Who was it? Don't play coy with me, girl. I spotted a hickey on your neck during your little monologue."