Cruel の小説・ストーリー

He caught my wrists in mid-air and slammed them back against the silk pillow, pinning them with the effortless strength of a man who spent his life breaking things. "Not tonight, Ruby," he said, his voice dropping to a register so low it was almost a growl. It made my toes curl against the sheets. "Tonight, you're going to sit with that hunger. You're going to let that 'Old Guest' of yours scream until it loses its breath and its voice. I won't let you use me as a cheap drug to numb your mind. I won't be your distraction." "You're cruel," I hissed, my eyes welling with hot tears of pure, unadulterated need. The rejection was more intimate than any touch could

Zack took a big breath, “He works for Ansaldo Cadell.” My body turned cold. Ansaldo was my rival, a man so ruthless that he even killed his wife just for looking at another man. Well, technically, she cheated on him, but still. He has a massive body count, more than mine. In my defense, I don’t just kill, I kill for a reason. I kill for a purpose. Ansaldo kills because he has no remorse, not a single care who he kills. He kills for the thrill, for the fun of it.

Vladimir screamed bloody murder. ***

Not because of cold—but because fear had become a permanent resident in my blood. And for the first time in my life, I admitted something I had never imagined I would admit. I was terrified. Not of poverty. Not of hardship. But of the cruelty of human beings. Because I had seen what evil looked like, and it did not wear horns. It wore suits. It wore smiles. It wore the faces of relatives. And that truth was more painful than the kidnapping, more painful than the murder, more painful than the loss of the company. The truth was that the people destroying me were not strangers. They were family.

Elizabeth growled in anger as I kicked her again. I could fight back... My leg swung towards her again, this time hitting her chest. She hissed in pain and hit my leg hard. We wrestled for a few moments, but Elizabeth was on top of me, making it difficult for me to throw her off. One of my hands felt the floor around me until my fingers touched a ceramic pot. I might not have been able to lift it if I were still using human strength, but my hand easily swung the pot towards Elizabeth. The loud sound of impact and Elizabeth's startled scream made a small part of me feel satisfied; I had never felt this feeling before, feeling satisfied after hurting someone. I pushed her body away from me, an

They are glowing a bright gold and a cruel smirk slips across his face before he utters the one word I begged to never hear. "Mine."

Rehaan spoke looking into her eyes, his blue eyes held pain in them. He didn't like it when she asked him to let her go. And he will never let her go. Never!!! “ if you don't want me to hurt you and your friends..... Don't, i repeat, DON'T PULL ANY STUPID STUNTS....! I DON'T MIND KILLING ANYONE TO GET WHAT I WANT. " His tone was laced with order and threat. She knew he was cruel. But he would prove it to her that, he is worse than Cruel each and everytime.

“Are you brainless as well as wolfless, Helseth? Kai’s greatest joy is his family; torture them to get to him. Wasn’t it obvious with how he reacted to you holding a knife to Kira’s throat?” Adryan grinds his teeth. “Yes, I know,” he says, and when Marle walks out, he breathes a sigh and brings the whip down across Creed’s chest. The look on his face tells me he’s not happy with what he’s doing, but he doesn’t stop. The boy cries out and finally wakes up, and when he smacks the whip across Creed’s chest again, Kai finally stirs. Caterina whimpers and places a hand over her mouth as she watches her youngest being tortured, but I will her not to look away. She needs to see this, she needs to h

“Mr. Max, you have taken the enemy prisoner and are ready to execute them again?” “Yes, I'm ready, that's part of my life.” Max Anderson is a young werewolf who is most feared, sinister, and famous for always giving no mercy to all of his enemies or the rebels. He executed someone with pleasure and satisfaction. To keep fighting enemies and eliminating them is part of Max's life. He never looked at anyone as his enemy, weak or strong, rich or poor, if that person became his enemy he would immediately eliminate him.

I believe every word that he speaks, it's so strange. “Of course cutie, that b***h will pay for what she did to me.” I say. “You know the person who did that to you?” “Yes I do, I know her, even her irritating pitchy voice still lingers in my mind.” “That’s great then she will pay, how can she do that to a harmless human?” “Human? What do you mean?” I ask, his statement somehow seems strange. “Oh, I meant fellow human being, people can be really cruel sometimes.” He adds. Of course, I am among the cruel people, but he doesn’t need to know about that.