His Ruthless Redemption Novels & Stories

Ruthlessness was all he could muster and mercy is what he never gave. Still, she fell for him and discovered the flaws hidden from all eyes. She kept her faith in him, well cognizant that how his hands were covered in blood. His soul reeked of obscurity and danger described his cynosure. Still, she bared her heart to him and gave away the key to remission. In her light, when he basked, he encountered a world that he never believed in before. He felt the emotions which he never understood before. She is Crystal Volkov, and taking risks is her favorite pastime.

All that time they spent scheming, came down to this, and that six feet tall musclehead was just about to spoil things. Wilson grunted and swung a fist at Ruthless. He, along with the many other members of the Revolutionaries, had been taught to identify each and every noble and their henchmen at sight. It was then he discovered that Ruthless was the main man behind his woes. He hated this nobleman named Ruthless with passion. And so, when he saw him, rage and hatred clouded his thoughts (as always) and overwrote everything he had been taught. All he could think of was killing this bastard this second and so he could not hold back.

She was playing so was he, So why the hell he was feeling betrayed, wasn't he also playing with her to get his work done. Too fucked up to even think about anything, as he got up from his couch before leaving the room. What kind of emotion he was experiencing considering how well he knew he was incapable of feeling anything. He had no heart, he was cruel, ruthless, people called him a machine, a walking killing machine who knew only to shed blood, who know how to manipulate the situation, who knew how to peel off skin of someone without leaving any trace. But what happen when the ruthless mafia started to fall for his own trap with a not so innocent girl, things will eventually fall apart, m

"Duke Randal, if anything, is a lot of our saviors." "How?" I asked. "He created the resistance." Thia continued, giving Duke Randal a thankful smile. "He was the first to have the courage to go against King Nigel." "That’s correct," Duke Randal agreed, taking over the story for Thia. "Even though I was once loyal to King Nigel, my loyalty died when he began to become someone I didn’t recognize. After that, I began the resistance and slowly built our numbers until we finally had enough to kill him."

I shivered as the tiny legs of the roach moved up my thigh, tingling my skin, and my mind raced with thoughts of his duplicity and his end. I kicked the roach of my leg angrily, but as I did so, the chains rattled around my legs, causing me to yell In pain and agony. I had him in my thoughts, my mate, the Alpha of my very own pack. I have always waited for this moment to come, the time I would finally get to stare at my mate in the eye. I never knew the consequences were a bit brutal, to my kind. How could he reject me in front of everyone? He could have just done that, without hurting us or leaving scars on our body. With a cry of pain and regret, my wolf asked.

She panicked at the sudden touch and then quickly composed herself knowing that it is me. "I don't know, Sasha. Maybe I feel like I deserve to be punished for I still thought my decisions are the major reasons for my people's demise. But I never thought of mom when I was abused. This man, Alexander, he came into my life uninvited and won't just go if I ask him to leave. And I really, really, really attracted to him. The sound of the lighter he plays with is enough to make my heart skip. He doesn't listen to me, he reads me well, he hurts my pride. I told him he can't do that and it is called rape and no woman wants it. You know what he said? He said I want it. For the first time in three yea

Andrey growls as Jargo turns cold in his hands, crimson gushing out of his chest sporadically. “Exactly what had to be done. Good night brother.” Maybe I have lost it the moment I fire into every one in the room, leaving only my brother alive and storming out of the room. All these years, I have sworn to never raise my hands to take a life, but I just took seven lives without remorse. No guilt. Just a hollow and a darkness that has consumed my being, darkness strong enough to swallow up the tiny strand of humanity I had left. Now I've become the beast that I feared.

“Driver! Let me off!” The man opened his eyes and smiled. But it wasn’t cruel. It was sad. “You’re not the villain anymore,” he said. “You’re just in the final chapter.” I jumped off the bus at the next stop and ran into the woods nearby. I hid behind trees, heart pounding in silence. Then I heard a whisper in the wind. “Redemption isn’t for the perfect. It’s for the brave.” I didn’t know if it was in my head or real.

When it got to the part of her body where she had wounds, the Alpha takes it slowly, but he's surprise that there's no whimpers or sign of pain from Melanie, she just kept a straight face, showing no emotions, her crack palm had deep wounds that the Alpha King cannot help but slowly and gently scrub it, he kept scrubbing it till the dried skin on her palm became soft and her wounds were no longer dirty but they were now neat and can be treated properly, The Alpha King stopped for a second to stare at her, while she innocently stared back at him “How many years did she endure pain to become broken like this?” The Alpha asked himself, staring at her, for the first time in his life he just want

I listened intently, feeling the weight of his words and the depth of his pain. “Four years, four long years... I lived as a rogue, always looking over my shoulder, never truly belonging anywhere.” His voice cracked with emotion as he revealed the extent of his isolation and despair. “When the human world gave me a chance, I joined the underworld, doing whatever it took to survive.” He spoke of the dark path he had taken and the choices he regretted but felt compelled to make in order to survive. “This hand has committed unspeakable acts; this heart has grown cold and calloused,” he confessed, his eyes filled with remorse. “But that is what made me what I am today—a survivor, a fighter, and