Novels by eru ruth

I brought my bike to a halt in front of an abandoned building, my nose crinkling as my brows furrowed. I walked toward the building, and the guards who had been lazing around stood abruptly from their positions, greeting me. I replied with a nod before stepping inside, only to be met with the sight of men training. One of the hitmen approached me and led me toward the torture room. "Thank you, young miss, for coming here," he said. He was met with silence. "We called you over because the suspect may be of your interest." "Hmm," I replied. We arrived in front of an iron door. "Please, after you, young miss." I stepped inside. I put on my gloves slowly. "You have the next one minute to start talking, or forget about leaving here with your complete body parts," I said in a neutral voice. "Speak. The young miss doesn't have the patience," one of the men warned. "One minute remaining." "Time's up." I picked up a pair of pliers. "For someone who hates pain, I wo

SixCyrusI felt it before I understood it.That cold, crawling sensation at the base of my spine — the kind that warns predators when something stronger has entered the territory.Our eyes locked.The hallway noise blurred into nothing. Laughter, footsteps, conversations — all of it faded beneath the weight of her stare.She didn’t blink.She didn’t look startled.She didn’t even look curious.She looked… attentive.Like she was memorizing me.Cataloguing details.The shape of my jaw. The tension in my shoulders. The arrogance I wear like armor.And then —She tilted her head.Slightly.Not flirtatious.Not shy.Just… thoughtful.A small smile touched her lips.Not warm.Not inviting.Calculated.My body reacted before my ego did.She’s dangerous.But ego is a stubborn thing.And mine does not bow easily.I held her gaze longer than necessary. Let her know I wasn’t prey.If she was studying me —I was studying her right back.But when she finally looked away, it wasn’t because I won.

The morning classes were winding down, but the energy in the school was anything but calm. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating rows of polished desks and the occasional sneaker peeking out beneath a chair.Some students scribbled notes feverishly, pretending that today’s lesson mattered more than life itself. Others rested their heads lazily on their arms, earbuds tucked into their ears as they scrolled endlessly on their phones. A few more typed away on tablets or phones, posting memes or refreshing the school blog, which had been buzzing nonstop with speculation about the mysterious last transfer student.Rumors had taken over the corridors like wildfire. Some students whispered that she was a genius; others claimed she was from one of the most powerful families in the city. A few even said she had a reputation that made grown adults nervous. Nobody seemed to know exactly what to expect, but everyone knew one thing: the arrival of this girl was going to shake th

The Next Day A black limo rolled into the school grounds, drawing attention instantly. Students in expensive uniforms filled every corner, each moving in their own stylish rhythm, making the environment rowdy and alive. The car stopped smoothly in front of the school building. Out stepped a tall, handsome lad. “He’s here! Our school prince has arrived!” Girls screamed and fawned over him, some nearly tripping over themselves just to get a closer look. Cyrus scanned the area coolly, searching for his friends. Shit. Those bastards either haven’t arrived or went to class without me. A neatly dressed girl stood at the entrance, looking at him coldly. Cyrus felt the glare and turned toward the building. There she was. Tracy. A smile formed on his lips. “I’m surprised you waited for me.” She flicked his forehead. “I can’t stay mad at you for long, else you go the wrong path.” “Awwnnn, did you miss me that much, Trace?” “What the fuck! I told you to stop calling me such lame ni

CHAPTER THREE THE SCENT OF ALMOND A nurse walked into her ward carrying a tray of injections and medication. “Mr. Chairman, the young miss would need to take her injections and drugs, then rest,” she said, small beads of sweat forming on her forehead. “Okay, my little gem. You heard what the nurse said. I may not be able to visit again. Remember to behave, okay?” He kissed her forehead and pinched her cheeks. “I love my little gemstone.” “I love you more, Daddy,” she replied with a sweet smile. As the chairman walked out of the hospital room, the room fell into a deep silence. Amelia was no longer smiling like the sweet little girl from moments ago. “Hey, darling, could you sit up straight so you can take your drugs?” the nurse asked gently. She sat upright, not giving the nurse any attention. “Here’s your medication, dear.” Amelia looked at the nurse for the first time since she entered. “Do I scare you?” The nurse froze on the spot, her voice turning shaky. “No, dear

CHAPTER TWO THE CHAIRMAN’S LITTLE GEM The ride to the hospital was not a smooth one. “How long do we have before the inducer wears off?” one man asked, his voice tight with panic. “We have about thirty minutes more, boss.” His voice grew more agitated. “The chairman has already arrived at the hospital. He’s waiting for us. Drive faster—before she wakes up, or else…” A wave of fear washed through them, each man wearing a different expression of dread. “Take the shortcut,” another voice said urgently. “It’s the only option. If I’m not mistaken, the young miss will wake up soon.” Five minutes later… A car drove roughly into the hospital grounds. Tires screeched as it came to an abrupt stop, drawing a lot of attention. Doctors rushed out immediately. A stretcher was already waiting for their arrival. She was bound tightly onto it, restraints secured like she was some unstable patient instead of someone in danger. Doctors hurried forward, coats flapping as they moved like thei