Full Brutal Book Novels & Stories

the brute started. The door blasted open. A figure filled the frame, drenched in blood, chest heaving, eyes blazing with something feral, unhinged.

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Before plunging in, I bring my hand down flat against her bare back with a hard, stinging slap. Smack! She shivers, her skin flushing crimson under my palm. I spread her cheeks, aligning the heavy head of my cock with her soaking entrance, and drive myself deep inside her in one brutal, unyielding thrust. "Ah!" she screams into the furs, her entire frame jolting from the violent impact. I begin to pound into her, my heavy hips slamming against her buttocks with a wet, rhythmic crack while my hands reach under her body to yank ruthlessly on her breasts.

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

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

The casual way he refers to Tamara, the promise of violence against her— it unlocks something savage that I've kept chained in the darkest corners of my soul. The streets taught me that in a knife fight, there are no rules except survival. No honor, no fair play, no gentlemen's agreements— just the ugly mathematics of who wants to live more. Who's willing to do whatever it takes to see another sunrise. I slam Viktor's wrist against the wall with bone-crushing force. Once. Twice. The third impact draws a scream from his throat as something grinds— dislocation, maybe worse. His fingers go numb, and the knife clatters to the floor.

“You’re braver than most people here.” But I didn’t feel brave. I felt raw. Violated. Furious. Terrified. But I smiled faintly anyway. “Bravery,” I said, “is just surviving in the dark without becoming it.”

I said, my voice starting to sound panicked, even to myself. "You know... I prefer women who resist when they're changed." He muttered, standing a step in front of me. "And you can scream as much as you want." His eyes slowly darkened, almost turning black. Before I could run, his hand grabbed my arm and threw me onto his bed. Every fiber of my being wanted to resist him, but he was stronger. I tried to crawl off to the other side, but his hand gripped my injured ankle, causing me to stop kicking. He climbed onto the bed, his foot replacing his hand in restraining me. I continued to fight him, even though he was stronger. I tried to push him away, but he just laughed, then he forcefully remo

As I tasted the alcohol that was on his breath, thinking that I had no choice but to get used to it, he was displaced from on top me, his big frame crashing to the floors right beside me. Blake was standing by the book shelf, brown eyes black with rage, his fists folded up so badly I feared his veins might pop. His forehead was displaying all sorts of vein art and his breathing matched his entire demeanour. He took one look at my puffy, tear-stained face, shaking body and bruised lip and decided that was all the evidence he needed to attack. “What the f –”

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.