Brutal Intentions Novels & Stories

While Ace, after their marriage, she never thought intimacy could be this brutal, this hurtful, and the fact that even though the man was someone she always wanted to be her first didn't help it either. Ace had nothing to defend himself in that regard, he never thought of being physical with her, but as he always knew the outcome of the last battle with Max he wanted to have everything of her, he wanted to imprint his mark of her, he wanted to make sure she remembered the man who had the authority on her body even if he died. He was selfish and wanted to corrupt her in every insane way possible even if it meant to create the illusion of intimacy being brutal and painful. And he indeed succee

“This isn’t the first time you have snapped. But this, this was different. You scared her.” My jaw locked so tight it burned. “I didn’t” The words died in my throat. I couldn’t lie. Not about this. My voice came out hoarse. “I didn’t mean to.” Jackson studied me, concern etched deep into his features. “Intent doesn’t matter when you are the Alpha. Your anger carries force. Weight. You can crush people without meaning to.” I said nothing, he was right, I knew he was right but I had nothing to say to him.

Sofia said, her voice barely above a whisper. For a moment the apartment went completely silent. Then the bottle slammed down on the counter with a sharp crack. “You don’t get a choice,” he snapped. He crossed the distance between them quickly and grabbed her arm, his fingers digging painfully into the same bruised skin. Sofia sucked in a sharp breath but refused to cry out. “You should be grateful,” he continued angrily. “Do you know how much trouble you’ve caused me all these years? Feeding you, housing you, putting up with your attitude

"When you let Vivienne humiliate me in front of the entire pack — how easily you threw me away." Damien pulled me into his arms, glaring at Adrian with open hostility. But Adrian didn't flinch. He looked at me, and tears spilled down his face. "Yara, I was wrong. I'm begging you — come back with me." "Whatever you want, it's yours." Every wolf present stared in shock. A male wolf — especially a warrior — shedding tears was considered the height of weakness. Yet here stood the heir to an entire pack, weeping openly. My voice was quiet.

"We hit their vulnerabilities head-on. Then we eliminate their remaining men and isolate Emilio until he's got nowhere left to hide." "Then, we cripple their muscle, their enforcers," Lorenzo interjected. "After that, we aim for the jugular, taking out the heads of the families one by one, the capos." Scott's grin widened. "It's gonna be the three Bs: bloody, brutal, and beautiful." "What do you say, Marco?" Niko pressed. I shrugged, feeling the hollowness and numbness consume me. "All I want is to see their streets run red with spilled blood," I replied, my voice hollow.

The bitter taste of resentment lingered on my tongue. "Fenrir, the ruthless leader of the pack," I continued, my voice seething with resentment, "an unyielding Alpha whose thirst for power and dominance knows no bounds. He orchestrates these attacks with calculated brutality, willing to commit any atrocity to satisfy his insatiable hunger." A heavy silence settled between us, as I awaited Lucian's reaction. I could see the internal battle raging within him, torn between his primal nature and the stirrings of his conscience.

said Alpha Kieran. Two warriors dragged a man in between them, brutally kicking him when he resisted. His wrists were chained, and his face was swollen from a beating. One eye swollen shut, with blood crusted down his jaw, yet he fought their grasp like a half-starved animal, with a crazy smile on his face, as though he’d already won. “Speak,” Kieran ordered. His voice was flat steel. “This is pointless,” Brutus rambled. We should have broken his neck at the border instead of staining our great hall with his filth.”

One of the men was taking off his clothes. A strange fragrance permeated the room. Brad was anxious about Tara and didn't pay attention to it. The men smiled evilly as they saw someone enter. One of the men said arrogantly, "Sir, I advise you not to interfere." Brad's eyes were dark and filled with murderous intent as he walked towards them. He raised his fist and smashed it at the man blocking his path. "Bang!" The terrifying punch landed, and the man didn't even have a chance to struggle before collapsing weakly to the ground. His eyes rolled back, he twitched a few times, and then his head lolled to the side as he passed out.

Brutus raised Woody's stack of black cards and mocked in disdain, "What a fucking joke! I've never even seen such cards! They must be fake! And this … What trash is this?" He picked up the deerskin needle bag and took a brief glance at it, thinking it was just worthless junk. "Give it back!" Woody was infuriated. But not only did Brutus not give it back, he even threw it to the ground and stomped on it. "Trash! Just like you, you ex-convict!" Woody could no longer hold back his anger. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles popped simultaneously. "You asshole!" A slap landed on Brutus' face, sending him crashing to the ground with a loud smack. One of his cheeks instantly became r

Brutus is going to kill me. "Sir, if she's dead she won't talk." He tries to comprehend Markus's actions. "Then good riddance." Markus's eyes turn to a lethal black, his spine raises and his chest puffs out. There's the Alpha. He looked strong enough to defeat an entire army in that stance. But I know it is just an act. Markus leaves and as we walks through that door, he takes pieces of me with him. Brutus pulls out a knife. It has a carving of initials on it. CPK. I assume those are his kids' initials, or maybe his mate's.