Brutal Intentions Novels & Stories

It sailed through the air with surprising accuracy, the impact connecting with a satisfying crack. The bottle shattered against his temple, sending shards of glass flying. Luca stumbled back, momentarily stunned, the gun falling from his numb fingers. It clattered across the floor, skidding several feet away. Enzo didn't waste the opportunity. He lunged at Luca, tackling him to the ground. They grappled like wild animals, a flurry of fists and kicks. But this time, Enzo seemed fueled by a righteous fury, raining blows down on Luca. The silence that followed was thick and heavy. People began to stir, murmuring amongst themselves.

I draw close, my lips inches from her ear, so close that I can feel the hairs on her cheek, her scent of wild heather and clean rage, her fury pouring over me like a flame, the electricity between us a live wire, a spark of violence and raw passion. "Intelligence is knowing when to fight, and when to kneel," I murmur, my voice low, savage, for her alone. "A brute wins the battle, little wolf." I sweep my thumb over the broken edge of her scar, a reminder of our beginning, of blood between us. "But a King wins the war. You have yet to learn the difference."

he replied bluntly. "Choose me..." She whispered, pulling his shirt harder so their faces are just inches apart. She was sniffling, her tears blinding and choky and hurtful. Yet... Madden showed no emotions to it... He's like a soulless pit of hell. Now she came to the realization that everything about Madden Smirnov is black. Black heart Black mind Black soul He's really morally dark, and he's not only a psychopath but a sociopath with no feelings.

And thankfully, Dean said nothing. “You are a worthless piece of crap, and I’m more than happy you’re ending up this way. You deserve it. You are a…” “Terrible person,” Richard finished for me, finally speaking after silently enduring the storm of my insults. “A swine. An evil man. An animal. Hell, you can even put a gun to my head right now and blow my brains out— end this misery for me, and I’ll take it.” His voice cracked. I was taken aback.

I clung to that sound like a rope. The vision tried to hold on. It flashed more images—that broken version of him; Mirra lying motionless beneath a stand of dead trees; my own hands stained with something dark and thick. Each image came with a sickly twist of emotion that wasn’t quite mine and yet fit too well, like someone had taken my private guilt and sharpened it into a blade. I refused it. “No,” I said aloud, breath ragged. “No. That’s not our end.” The entity pushed harder, and for a second, it felt like something else was behind my eyes, trying to look out through my skull. I tasted metal at the back of my throat. My heart hammered so hard my chest hurt.

He'll leave no tables unturned to hurt her and that means, it's just the beginning of something terrible, inhumane! 'You quit no chance to infuriate me babe. Tonight you can scream all you want because tommorow, it's your brother's turn who plotted my murder!', once again the thunder roared showing her white horror stricken face and his darkening figure holding a leather whip and handcuffs in his other hand, his beast ready to taint the beauty!

Victor’s fists clenched as he approached the central office, where their leader, a cunning man named Ivan, was waiting. Ivan smirked as Victor entered. “Ah, the mighty Victor. Finally, you’ve come out to play.” Victor didn’t waste time with words. In a flash, he lunged at Ivan, his movements fueled by rage and fierce. The room erupted into chaos as Victor’s team engaged Ivan’s men. The fight was brutal but swift, with Victor emerging victorious. He pinned Ivan to the ground, his voice a deadly whisper. “This ends now. You will never come near my family again.”

“They want us exposed, divided.” I swallowed the knot tightening in my stomach. “Then we don’t give them what they want. We stick together. We watch each other’s backs.” Damien’s hand brushed mine, a silent promise. “No matter what, I’m with you.” We pressed forward, the trees thinning as we neared a clearing marked by scorched earth and shattered stone—signs of another brutal attack. The stench of burnt flesh lingered, and my stomach clenched. Our enemies were ruthless, but this was something else. This was calculated cruelty designed to break us down, piece by piece.

Pissed Jim is scary. “God Jim you are so…..” and the treat was very much real. Before he can complete the sentence, a bulky punch collided with his cheek making his face jerk really hard. “Now you’ll understand.” Jim jerked his own hand up and down because it hit harder than he thought. “Bitch that hurts.” Jonathan slowly tapped his cheek as a pressure will hurt. “It should, so you learn your lesson.” Jim took the seat. “I’ll fucking kill you.” Jonathan stood up from chair but halted.

How could they make peace with the fact? Instantly, everyone was burning with murderous intent gnashing their teeth in hatred and anger. They were determined to kill Zayn and wanted to do it in the most brutal manner. Thor gave an order, “Listen to my order, all Regicide Heofon’s members!” “Yes, sir!” “Spare no effort and go all out with your most brutal skills to kill this man!” “Yes, sir!” At that moment, Regicide Heofon’s members shared a common will as strong as a city. They unleashed their most intense murderous intent and hatred toward Zayn and they were determined to kill him in the most ruthless, brutal ways!