Brutal Intentions Novels & Stories

But my own plans, though seemingly more structured, were fraught with their own complexities and challenges. "I'm just planning on taking over my pack as the next alpha," I said, trying to sound confident and assured. Jules nodded, her eyes scanning the crowd for potential prey. It was then that I noticed a new student approaching us, her head held high and her eyes blazing with defiance. She was unlike any other student I had seen—stubborn and strong-willed, with a fierce determination that radiated from her every pore. Jules, sensing an opportunity to assert her dominance, moved in to bully the newcomer, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. But the girl was no pushover, and soon a fier

He said it with such a calm and expressionless face without even caring. Quiet and final. It was the realization that I had never truly understood the extent of who Sasha was or what he was capable of. Although this wasn’t the first I’ve seen or heard him kill but those other situations were life threatening... I had underestimated just how powerful and ruthless Sasha was...apart from being caring and intentional when he’s with me, I always forgot that he’s the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva. My silence seemed to pique his attention so he glanced at me with slightly raised brow. “What is it?”

Brutus’ eyes lit up at this scene. He was a psycho who enjoyed torturing others. The brawny men were angry when they saw the village chief being beaten. They had no other skills, but they were united. No one could bully the villagers!

Leaving the woman who was now staring at him with gleaming sharp eyes. "I'll make some calculations with you if you dare!" For the umpteenth time, the woman screamed again in annoyance. Meanwhile, Mark who was still there could only smile wryly. "Miss, you better just follow what the boss said." Mark tries to find a middle ground, tries to advise the woman who is Lester's younger sister. This is not the first time Mark has seen the feud between Lester and Audrey. They are almost the same in character, stubborn and do things as they see fit.

Alex stood up from his seat, before Raymond could say any further, he saw himself pinned against the wall, Alex hand flew to his neck, as he grabbed his throat, he watched Raymond fight helpless for a chance to breathe again, " If you mess with me using my mother's death, I will not only kill you, I will make sure you have a very painful death, burn your body, and scatter your ashes to the four corners of the earth, If you....."

Tearing the door from its hinges, I barge in and pick the fucker up by the hair before throwing him across the room. “Who the fuc-” He starts, but I remove my Beretta and kneecap him before he can even think to threaten me, then I walk over and beat him within an inch of his life. The feeling and sound of my fist meeting his face and cracking his bones send me on a different high, but I know if I don’t slow down now that this fucker will die. Tough luck. He touched my mate with the intention to harm; he needs to die.

Morana sobbed loudly when Brandon finally detached his canines from her shoulders and buried his hand in her hair as he started to thrust once again into her spreading the heat. Brandon didn't stay on the bed for long before he pulled Morana to the wall, his claws ripping down the walls as he spoke hurtful things in her ear. He threw her around as if she was a doll he could do as he pleased with, he didn't seem like he cared about what happened to her when he threw her into the closet and watched as her body smacked against its doors and broke them. Brandon’s only reaction was to grab Morana by the arm and pull her back up to force himself back inside her. The brutal handling continued for w

I tapped the screen lightly. “This—” I pointed at the fluctuation. “—this is neural activity.” Aiden didn’t speak. I could feel his attention sharpen. I turned back to the screen. “Something triggered it,” I continued. “Or something stopped suppressing it.” “Suppressing?” he repeated. I exhaled slowly. “Everything about this system is designed to keep him stable,” I said. “Too stable. Controlled.” “And?” Aiden pushed. “And this…” I gestured at the spike. “This breaks that control.”

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.

It was the same room where she was in. Proserpina, HIS Proserpina, was dishevelled-looking, piteous, but still standing up to Dmitri Rudenko who had her in a stranglehold, twisting her arm brutally. She winced but refused to scream and fall to her knees. Her chin was raised defiantly, although she stood, looking so tiny between the hefty men and Dmitri. Then he saw Oleg. * Oleg. The man they called the Brute. The brutal killer who enjoyed stringing up victims and torturing them till they died slowly and painfully.