Brutal Intentions Mga Nobela at Kwento

Huge men, the kind of huge that immediately activates female survival instincts. One has dark hair shaved close on the sides, heavy scars cutting across his mouth and brow. The other is broader, older maybe, thick neck covered in tattoos disappearing beneath a black thermal shirt stretched tight over muscle. Both stare at me openly and neither looks friendly. My pulse kicks hard, adrenaline waiting to see if I choose fight or flight. Fuck them. Frankie Bell did not survive retail customers and shitty landlords by cowering. I lift an eyebrow. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer, pervs.”

Kairo’s deep voice suddenly startled me in the quiet car. I threw him a cold side glance and immediately returned to my phone screen, completely ignoring his face. "That behaviour is really mature, Nia," he muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead. "Hmmm." "What the hell is that grunt supposed to mean?" I didn't even raise my head from the screen. "It means that a dominant male who literally bribes another warrior with pack resources to dump his girlfriend, and then starts a violent bar fight in a public lodge, has absolutely zero right to preach to my wolf about maturity."

She desperately tried to take to her heels but as clumsy as she was, she missed a step,tripped and landed on the cemented ground. "What the hell?”" Sofia cried out, her knee bruised slightly. Immediately, the man seized the opportunity and grabbed onto one of her legs, shooting her a hard, death glare. "How dare you bitch!" He frowned as he turned red with fury. “How dare you!” "Let go of my leg, you pervert" she looked displeased which earned her a painful slap on the cheek. "Whore! You slut! I'll deal with you I swear!" His eyes smoldered with resentment.

As a way to illustrate her words, suddenly, Sol felt as if he was thrown into a deep pit full of ice. Jumping away in reflex, he looked with surprise at Lilith. "This was killing intent. A rather simple trick as things goes. Though, some mana users have reached such a high level in this trick that they can actually kill or stun weak-willed people. But this isn't all." Waving her hand, all the grass around her was immediately cut. "By fusing the intent to cut with my mana I obtained a blade that cut anything. The stronger my intent, the stronger my blade. Do not confuse emotions and intent. Intent is the will behind an action. A goal you set for yourself."

The alpha orders and the prince orders. But at the time the prince overturns his father's orders, they were with him. He was dominating over them and there was nothing they could do about it. Now they are to face the wrath of the father and the son was nowhere to be found. Who would come to their rescue? Lukas Briston was a man known for his mercilessness. He is brutal and without sympathy. When his wolf becomes mad for anger, he wouldn't remember past loyalty. Their lives were in their hands. At this point, they may have to be imagining breathing their last breath and waiting for his orders, orders that would silence them forever.

“You came here for the job only?” “Uh-huh.” She clicked her tongue. “So… um,” He scratched the back of his neck. It was getting difficult for him to keep this conversation going with her replying with single words. “What are your plans for the weekend?” "Oh, shit!" She screeched and then put her hands over her mouth. He applied brakes and looked at her "What happened?" "I left my file and my bag in Nora’s car. Shit, shit, SHIT!" She hit her forehead with her fist. “Hey, hey. Calm down.” He said with wide eyes.

But now all he did was sit in the dark corner whimpering and whining. ‘Now, who's a big baby?’ I said, returning the same laugh back at him. But in reality, I wanted to rip someone's throat out with my bare hands. Even if she wasn’t my mate, there was absolutely no reason for this level of brutality. ‘I agree. For every mark, scrape, bruise, and internal damage will come back to him tenfold. I am going to make this guy beg for mercy. Make him truly regret his decisions, to harm what is mine.’ Aragon said, catching on to my same line of thinking.

he roared at his remaining men. I didn't panic. I leaned into his foul breath and gripped his forearm. With a single, brutal twist of my wolf’s strength, I snapped his arm. The bone punched through his skin, spraying more of his tainted blood onto the floor. He screamed, a high-pitched sound of pure agony. "You bastard!" I didn't give him time to heal again. I drove my claws deep into his stomach, Ripping upward until I felt his intestines spill over my hands. I stepped back, watching him collapse into a heap of his own filth, choking on his life.

The force of impact caused the table to shudder, and before the man could comprehend his fate, Lucian drove the knife deep into his stomach, expertly carving out his intestines in a macabre display of violence. The room filled with the desperate pleas of the last remaining man, his voice trembling with terror as he pleaded for mercy. His fear was palpable, evident in the puddle forming beneath him as he involuntarily released his bladder. "The vipers sent them!" the man cried, his voice cracking with desperation. "I never wanted to be part of this! Please, have mercy!" Lucian's gaze hardened, his face a mask of cold determination. "Package this," he commanded, gesturing towards the gruesome

Brutal, the piece invented historical events and distorted facts to portray a picture of dishonesty. Lillian, She had not earned this one. Not in this way. His gut turned as a sensation of loathing grew inside him unrelated to the story itself but rather about her. His lips grew tight as rage started to rise within of him. Though he had witnessed his fair share of cruel business practices, this one... this was unique. There was no honour here, no justification for attacking someone in this manner.