My Ruthless Monster Novels & Stories

I said, almost paranoid. “You have more than one secret Sly Jenna Forest or should I say Jenna Mathias?” The voice continued “Who are you?” I asked, anxiety fueling my bones. “Just a person who can become your enemy if you do not cooperate” the voice answered. “But I don’t know who you are, how do you even know me?” I asked, now almost panicking. “You don’t need to ask such irrelevant questions, all you have to understand is that, if you don’t cooperate, you’ll likely be a Mathias for all of your life” the voice answered.

My heart was beating loudly, and I knew I wasn't the only one who could hear it. "You don't know the beast you're trying to unleash, Rebecca," he said, his voice deep and low. "I'm not the kind of man that's into vanilla acts. If you poke too hard and unleash this beast, it'll be your own undoing. I won't just wreck your body, I will consume your soul, dominate your mind and engulf you in so much darkness you'd totally forget what the light ever looked like," I swallowed, my heart racing faster than it ever had. Why am I not trying to run away or begging him to let me go?

Through the narrow window, he saw a flash of white sheets, wires, and Aria’s trembling hand reaching out then nothing. He slammed his palm against the glass. “Aria!” Inside, monitors wailed. Outside, thunder cracked again over Milan louder, closer as the world seemed to tilt on its axis. And for the first time, Luca Rossi, who had conquered empires, could only stand there, powerless, praying that the two hearts he lived for would keep beating.

He's a billionaire who has the whole of Tokyo under his feet. Bryon... finds joy in cutting himself. He's someone who would orchestrate a brutal fight between two people just so he'd hear them screaming in pain. He only laughs when he sets and watches people fight for their lives. He's a mafia... a ruthless one at that. We were The Ruthless Elites, shaped by a world that had shown us nothing but pain. While I spent those six days with them, hearing Talon talking and laughing nonstop, all I could think about was Papillon.

It stepped closer, its heavy, metallic claws clicking on the stone. Natalia looked at Trevor, then looked at the monster. She smiled a bloody, lethal smile. "Hey, ugly!" Natalia shouted at the top of her lungs, channeling her voice directly at Lord Trevor's pinned body. "Your next meal is right over there!" The monster screeched and bolted—not toward Natalia, but straight toward the source of the sound. Straight toward Trevor. "No! Wait! Get away from me!" Trevor shrieked, frantically clawing at the stone as the shadow of the seven-foot beast fell over him.

’ I sidestepped him to get away. ‘You go anywhere near that venue, Rose,’ muttered Richard. ‘And I’ll tell the whole world the truth about Rum.’ My feet froze my breath. ‘He’s not human, is he?’ The monster moved closer until I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck. ‘He’s a monster that can’t touch silver. And he has animal’s ears… you know, don’t you, Rose? What he is.’ This is it then. Don’t wish too hard for something….

I don't look back. Run! Just keep running, as long you escape, he won't get to you. I yank the door open, fresh air blowing at my cheeks, freedom had never tasted to good. And then. A hand grabs me and yanks me back. " No! Leave me alone!" I yell. Hitting him anywhere I can. "You monster! Let go of me!" I continue struggling. However, Adrrik doesn't let me go. My back hits the door and I cry out as he holds my two hand against the hard surface. His gaze sizzling against my skin.

My wolf clawed at the inside of my flesh, desperate, wild. Fight him. Tear him apart. Show him who you are. With trembling claws and sharp teeth, I staggered onward. The corners of my eyesight were blurry, turning gold and red. "No." I gripped my head and whispered. "Not this. Not me.” With its claws pressing into Thorne's chest, the monster smashed him into the ground. Thorne shouted as he struggled and quickly spilt blood. "Rin!" he yelled, his voice raspy but firm. "Now! Assist me!

The silence after was somehow louder. And in the center of it all, Ruel stood — nine years old, barefoot in the mud, trembling. He turned a corner, his little boots skidding— “Mom…?” His voice cracked. There she was. Crawling. Bleeding. Pinned by a monster. Its jaws were buried in her ankle, chewing, chewing, as if gnawing on rope. Her blood mixed with ash and puddle water, painting the dirt crimson. “MOM!” “Ruel!” she gasped, reaching out with a blood-soaked hand. “No—don’t come closer!”

“The way he looks at me?” “Yes. I know. It’s how my husband looks at me, how Rafe looks at Marge,” she paused. “Max was right about her brother. He barely talks. And when he does, all he talks about is business. Do you know what they call him in the business world? They named him “The Ruthless Magnate”. And he sure to live up to his name. He seized property by property, whenever he gets the opportunity, building his empire of hotels. But everytime he looks at you, I see tenderness, gentleness, love. Something I have never seen before,” Beatrice gave her a smile and a gentle squiz in her hand. “Honey, whatever situation you are in, whatever set up you and my son have, as long as both of you a