Novel & Cerita Scary Godmother: Jimmy

I scammed a mafia boss. Irina, how can you be so careless? God, I'm so dead. Utterly, completely dead. "Please," I whispered, and I hated how my voice shook. "Please, I'll give the money back. All of it. I'll ....." "I don't want the money." I looked at him, confusion cutting through her terror. "You... you don't?"

“Here I am.” “What do you want?” His eyes travel down my body. Slow. Unhurried. My oversized t-shirt has ridden up from scrambling, exposing my thighs, and my underwear is thin — pale blue cotton that hides absolutely nothing. His nostrils flare and his gold eyes darken. “You spoke the claiming rite,” he says, voice dropping lower. “You invited a demon of fire to bind you. You said claim me.” “I was reading off my phone—”

she began, but Ivana hushed her with a soft smile. “Save it for later, Emily. Focus on getting better,” she said gently. Within minutes, Emily drifted into a light, peaceful sleep, her soft snoring filling the room. Ivana moved to the window, staring out at the city lights, but her mind was elsewhere. “Bride of a god…” she whispered under her breath. Why… Why did my parents promise me to a god? The memory of his golden eyes, his raw power and searing anger, lingered in her mind, sending a shiver down her spine. Fear, confusion, and a strange curiosity tangled together, filled her up.

Why was our Jetulian maid answering Dad's phone? Scarface snatched the phone from me, his expression contorted with fury. "You bitch! How dare you play us!" I struggled desperately. "I didn't! My dad really is Dominic Whitethorn—" He grabbed me by the hair and slapped me repeatedly. Stars exploded before my eyes, and my mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood. The rough asphalt road scraped and ground against my back and legs like a giant file. Large patches of my skin tore open and peeled away, leaving behind a horrifying trail of blood.

“I wanted normal. A boyfriend. Stupid things like Ferris wheel kisses and tattoos and greasy food. But I’m not normal. I never was. And in three days, I’ll be even less.” Her eyes welled with tears, spilling before she could wipe them away. She leaned against him, pressing her forehead into his chest. “I’m scared, Valerius. Scared of dying. Scared of turning. I’m scared of me. Scared of who I’ll become. Scared that there won’t be anything left of the Chloe my mom raised. That all she’ll see is… a monster.” Her voice cracked on the last word, and her shoulders shook.

Joan stood in the frame. The moment she saw what Jimmy was doing, her eyes widened in horror. She sprinted across the room and shoved her fingers into his mouth. “Spit them out! Spit them out right now!” Jimmy burst into terrified sobs. “Please don’t hit me! I’m sorry, Mommy! I won’t do it again!” After she was certain every pill was out of his mouth, the color returned to her face. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were filled with disgust.

Sophia Joyner enticed Jim Ramsay. Jim Ramsay wrestled intensely within himself. Confronted with Karen Goodwill, he could no longer suppress his desires. He knew not who Sophia Joyner was, but she spoke the truth — Jim Ramsay yearned for Karen Goodwill. Sophia Joyner exuded unwavering confidence in her plan, convinced that Jim would not miss this opportunity. She had prepared a camera in the room, poised to capture compelling footage to send to Gordon Williams.

Jimmy covered his mouth and sobbed. “He’s basically crazy. He keeps reading a password-locked diary every single day. He says he’s damned, but then, he claims that I killed his son and wants me to pay for it. He wants to send me to hell so that I’ll never recover!” I was stunned when I heard what Jimmy said.

"My godmother isn't doing so well, and if you so much as touch a single strand of hair on her head, I'll make you pay for this!" Jim froze in his steps but did not even turn back.

She tried to retrot, but the cold laughter from Jimmy sent shiver to her spine and she felt like she have annoyed a beast. Oh my sharp stupid mouth! She screamed in her head as she move back but his hands suddenly grabbed her waist and he made her look into his eyes. "Should I tell you a scary story." He said softly but, it was so cold and she only want to get out of her, it was already scary staying her with his. "Remember the trunk driver from three years ago." His words made her eyes widens and a cold wash through her, she had not even think about the truck driver, a she had thought of was the lady with the ring.