Brutal Intentions Novels & Stories

I say going as fast away as I can. It was in the car I realized I wasn’t wearing clothes, I was just in Carter’s robe and only my nightie underneath. I’m nervous the whole way to my dads place, I’m angry and mad at Carter. He saw someone recording us and didn’t stop it why the fucking hell not. Technically I’m not really mad about the video, we were not really having sex just dry humping each other but what is making me angry is reading the comments online. Some of the comments are nice and endearing but some are offensive, and I was right no one was talking about Carter they’re just talking about me because the woman always gets blame.

She is being open and honest, it is only fair that I do the same. “Aubrey, I swear it was not my intention to make you feel used. I put a distance between us, not because I got what I wanted, but because it was getting too much for me. I don’t spend a lot of time with the same women, but with you, it is something I did and enjoyed. I have never been one to let anyone close to me, but around you, my walls were falling, and I am not ready for that. You don’t need someone like me. You deserve better. You should have a man who would give you everything without hesitation. I didn’t disappear on you because you didn’t mean anything to me, Aubrey. I disappeared on you because you were starting to m

Olivine TW: Violence, brutality. Releasing her arms, I turned, reaching for the hammer I’d brought for this ritual. Her defiance deserved nothing less than a brutal end. In one smooth motion, I brought the hammer down hard against her ankle, feeling the bone shatter beneath the impact. Her scream filled the chamber, tearing through the silence, raw and unrestrained. It was the sound of pure agony. Her body convulsed with the pain, but I wasn’t done.

Brutality. I grab his arms, my fingers digging into his biceps with bruising force, and shove him backward with enough force to send him stumbling. Oliver gasps, his hands flying up to try and keep his balance. His eyes are wide, his expression a mask of shocked, wounded confusion. "Do not ever touch me like that again," I snarl, my voice a vicious, jagged blade. I stand up, towering over him, radiating unfiltered hostility to mask the desperate state of my own body.

I shrugged my shoulders and remained standing, ignoring any thought. Damon frowned, his anger evident. Before he could speak, Zeeb interrupted. “Alpha Brutus, what are you aiming for now?” Zeeb asked in a hoarse voice. Alpha Brutus? So the man bothering me was an Alpha? How unfortunate. Zeeb's tone revealed his displeasure, similar to Damon's, but why were they engaging with him if they didn't like him? Perhaps it was because he was an Alpha. Alpha Brutus smiled unpleasantly. “I'm not aiming for anything.”

“I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for me, my love…” “ You bribed those bastards to set me free from that horrible dungeon and now you attacked his pack just for me.” “It’s nothing, baby,” Braxton murmured, brushing a finger along her jaw. “Anything for you.” Braxton Reed , another name that sent shivers down peoples spine. He was a ruthless beast no on dared to mess with him. Anger issues are an understatement when describing his ruthlessness. He’d kill first , then speak. For a man he was capable of killing his own wife and pup, Silvia had him wrapped around her fingers.

“They never live to tell their story. Well, maybe they do... in hell. To others like them.” The poor man shook in his grip, his face purpling, eyes bulging in panic. “P-please... just a little more time... I’ll pay, I swear—” Without hesitation, Marcus’s expression darkened, and with one brutal motion, he swung a plank into the man's skull. The sickening crunch and the bone shattering like glass beneath a hammer made my heart sink in pain. Blood splattered across the floor and the man collapsed, lifeless on the floor.

In an instant, the air was filled with staves, as though devils themselves descended to bring infernal justice. The man’s techniques were incredible as it chased Amber hungrily. At this point, not even Amber could react in time to save herself. A stave came at her, carrying the force of a mountain. She took the hit in earnest. The sounds of bones cracking could be heard, along with Amber’s grunts that complimented her contorted and pained expressions. The man did not intend to stop there; however, there was killing intent in his eyes. He was going to kill her, everyone could tell. It was now that the cold and calm Maxim too showed deadly intent in his eyes.

Lucian If the devil was incarnated, it would be me. There was no one more deadlier than me... Well, my father was deadlier than me before he died. I'm way different from my father now that I've grew in so many ways. My name is Lucian Van Othello, the ruthless and cruel Alpha of the Black Blood Pack. I'm hot, handsome, sexy and has what all girls love the most, a huge dick for them to ride.

Brutus felt he had figured things out and roared at Chase's clone. Chase and his group, watching through the water mirror, thought, 'Well, this black bear really does have a big hole in his head.' If this were an ordinary cultivator, such deep hatred would leave no room for negotiation. They would just start fighting. Yet Brutus was actually trying to reason with them? Was this how he normally acted, or was his brain damaged after being rescued?