Falling For My Ruthless Savior Novels & Stories

A gentleman. A fixer. Quite the white knight, isn't he? "Do you think I'm a charity case?" I blurt out. His lazy gaze snaps up to my face, narrowing slightly, trying to figure out where that just came from. "No," he says like I'm ridiculous. Which, I am. Neurotic, really. But it's not my fault because I'm still half asleep and the thoughts that roll through my head can't be helped. "Are you sure? Do you have some complex where you find women who need saved and you can't leave them alone?"

The Council power wrenched me to my feet, two Enforcers securing me between them. "Take her," Mom said, disgust and rage washing over me as she sliced open the veil. No. Not this way. I had to save Gram- Something dove past my shielding, already gaping wide thanks to my grief, and struck me so hard the world went black. I spiraled into it, falling and sobbing, still screaming her name. ***

He said nothing, only staring at me. “I kept defending you.” His brows furrowed slightly. “To everyone.” My voice trembled again. “To my parents. To my friends. To myself.” His hands tightened into fists as he listened. “I always told them you were just tired. That you were doing all this for our future.” A soft, humorless laugh escaped me as tears rolled down my cheeks. “But while I was protecting you…” Slowly, I shook my head. “I was the one falling apart.” It looked like the air had been knocked out of him.

At this point, the only thing I could think of was my mother who had a slim chance of survival in the hospital. With my hopes now crashed against the rock, my legs gave way, making me fall on the floor butt first. “You must be delusional to think that father will hand over his wealth to you.” Freya smacked her lips as she and her mother shared a mocking chuckle. “You're my husband's greatest mistake he keeps regretting each day.” It was Sandra's turn to speak this time around. Numbed to my bones, I was unable to speak or react to their words.

“I came here because you said you were going to kill yourself. I came to save you.” Madison giggled. It was a high, tinkling sound that made Colt want to put his fist through a wall. “And you did save me, Colt! You saved me from a very lonely night,” she said, crawling toward him on her knees. “You were so passionate. You kept telling me how sweet I was and how much you needed me.” “That’s a lie!” Colt shouted. He tried to stand, but his legs felt like jelly. He collapsed back onto the bed, his head spinning. “I would never touch you!"

Fear took over me as I trembled and was about to fall, but a hand gripped me. I finally got to look at the man that saved me from falling and there he was. Daniel. The man from the same night that I caught my ex cheating on me with my best friend. Our eyes locked together. We did not move for a while. At some point I thought he was going to kiss me and seriously, I don’t think I will even mind. I just want to forget James. I need a distraction to forget him. That was when a voice cut us off, making us both separate anxiously.

I wiped my hand again and the cut stung and, then, I laughed once that wasn’t a laugh and realized I didn’t even know the shape of what I had become. I sat back down and the chair scraped and then I stared at the floor and thought about the men who had died at the warehouse and, then, about the man who died still crawling and, then, about the look on his face when I pulled the trigger until the clip was empty. The memory of his mouth and the way the light cut across him kept returning and, then, I felt the heat behind my eyes and the line between being ruthless and being cold washed out like a river in a storm. I wanted to be one thing and I was another and, then, that made me angrier. Chris

I muttered bitterly. Jillian rose from his seat and came to stand in front of me. “Don’t let fear control you. You’re stronger than that.” I wanted to believe him. I really did. But the image of my father—bloodied and tied up—was burned into the backs of my eyelids. I looked up at Jillian. “Will you save him?” “I’ll do more than that.” His voice turned dark. “I’ll make sure whoever touched him regrets ever breathing.” There was something terrifyingly beautiful about how serious he looked. He wasn’t making a promise out of pity—he was declaring war.

All I needed was to hear those words from her and there won't be a need for a mating ritual. " Y…yes, I … . " " We are here " . It was like my world had crumbled, I was at the brink of making her my mate but the miserable driver just happened to have spoken in the most unwanted time. " You are surely going to pay for this " , I said to him through telepathy . " Oh, we are here " She said. The atmosphere seemed like nothing had happened and I didn't know when next I couldn't get her to say those words, that's if I ever get the chance. Only the heavens knew what I should have done to the driver if she hadn't been there.