Brutal Intentions Novels & Stories

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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

He is a part of the Russian Bratva, known for their brutality and lack of mercy. The depth of his ruthlessness becomes clear. “You used me, you despicable bastard!” I scream, gripping the bars tightly. “I’m nothing more than a pawn in your sick game. You’re willing to risk everything for power?” The comprehension of his true intentions fills me with disgust.

what? Old man "The man said with a smirk plastered on his face " I swear to God,if you don't leave him, I'll kill you" my dad shouted at him, that's the spirit I love the tough side of him, not the vulnerable side that is in front of me. Then I heard the man laughing Hysterically like someone who has Lost his sanity "WOW old man, despite being in this pitiable situation, you still have the guts to talk like that, oh man I kinda admire your tough attitude, it really amaze me" the man said while grinning, the kind of grin that would forever etch at my memory, then man in black immediately took my mum in a tight grip like pointing the gun my dad, that was when the panicK state that has recent

Anger and hurt washes over me as I see another guy on top of Lina, fucking her. I feel enmity release through my veins as I immediately act upon my impulses. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I found myself ripping Adrian off of her and continuously punching him in his face. I could hear Lina screaming for me to stop as blood started running from his nose, but something just wouldn't allow me to stop. Soon Lina pulled me away from him, having him immediately fall to the ground. As I saw him lay there a certain tingle sparked within me making me feel a little more brighter about what was going on, until I laid my eyes on this bitch.

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.”

"And carved into the wood of the overturned carriage was a message written in human blood." The enforcer turned the projection stone, revealing a jagged, violent phrase etched into the side of the transport: THE HIGH ALPHA'S MATE BELONGS TO THE ROGUE PACK NOW.

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.