My Ruthless Monster Novels & Stories

Turning at the window, the man murmured venomously, “Ryan- The Ruthless Rockstar!… Soon I will end your fame… your eminence… and then your life…” ***********

He didn't know that almost a literal beast. From the moment she agreed after their brief *transaction*, she already had her hands on his clothed crotch like it was a orange that she was forcing the juice out. Normally he was suppose to get hard immediately especially since she we so pretty.But at that point he felt like she was ripping out his manhood. That was only the start of it all, Ethan Moore didn't know what was awaiting him for the rest of the night. With her super long fixed nails she ripped his shirt and and then he didn't know what was really waiting for him at all, he squeezed her breasts which got him hard for the moment.

"Cali, he's a monster! Look at this! He's going to level a historic hotel just to prove he can!" "He's not a monster," Cali purred, her mean eyes flashing with a dark, ruthless triumph. "He's a stalker with a very high budget. And you're trespassing." The balcony doors were kicked inward with such force they shattered. Devi stepped into the room, silhouetted against the bright Roman sun and the hovering black helicopter. He wasn't wearing a jacket, his white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal the tattoos of his past wars. He looked obsessive, lethal, and entirely too understanding of the violence about to unfold.

Draven pov They call me th‍e Ruthles‌s Rogue Alpha King. The Bu⁠tcher, The D‍evil of the Rogue Kingdom's The monster w‍ho laughs while ki‌ngdoms burn ⁠If only they knew the tr‍uth that monsters don‌'t remem⁠ber every innocent sou‌l t‍hey've failed to save. Monsters don't wake in the middle of the nig⁠ht hearin‍g the screams of women they could⁠n't protect and mon‌sters ce⁠rtainly don't p⁠ray f⁠or death.

I stepped out of my car, two of my bodyguards following closely behind me. I was dressed in a short black dress paired with knee high boots and a cream colored blazer draped over my shoulders. I made my way up to the large building in front of me. Natura Wave Enterprises. Our- transporting company. Ramón Mendoza also known as the Alpha is the owner of this company and I came here today to pay him a visit. We were met with a young lady at the door who was seemingly in her early twenties. Her personality was bubbly and warm and she was wearing a bright yellow pant suit.

Alpha Kai Rage is a living thing. It coils in my chest, hot and suffocating, crawling beneath my skin like fire ants with teeth. Every breath I take tastes like ash and humiliation. Every step echoes with the knowledge that I was played outmaneuvered by my own right hand, betrayed under my own roof, weakened in the eyes of my pack. Jackson and Aliya.

But when I say his full name, Julian Stone, she gasps so loudly that people look over. “ELENA!” she whisper-shouts. “You slept with your BOSS?” “Lower your voice” I hiss, burying my face in my hands. She leans in, her eyes wide with both shock and something close to excitement. “Are you telling me the man who ruined your life this morning is the man who ruined your legs in Santorini?” I groan. “Oh my God” she says. “This is deliciously horrible.” “It’s not delicious, Nora.”

A cold-blooded killer who had just executed someone without hesitation. Panic clawed up my throat. I had sold myself to a monster. “Stay back,” I whispered, my voice cracking. I swung the knife in a wild arc. He dodged it easily, still stalking closer, blood still staining his shirt and jaw. “You’re a monster,” I said again, louder this time, trying to convince myself as much as him. “A sick, ruthless monster.” Nico’s eyes darkened with something terrifying and thrilling all at once.

He was just a monster to be manipulated. A low, deep, and utterly animalistic roar tore from Victor’s chest, shaking the very walls of the security hub. The sheer force of his rage made the guards step back on pure survival instinct. The monster was back, but it was no longer controlled. It was completely untamed, broken, and rabid.

She is just several meters away from the bush and though Midnight was the fastest horse, she doesn't know if they can get away from the army of wolves across them. Narrah waited while trying to control the restless animal. Its hooves are stomping the ground, making a loud noise which is not what Narrah wanted. "Easy...easy buddy..." Narrah's attention was distracted but the menacing growl made her turn to the bush again. She gasped in fear when a huge raven black monster appeared, causing a deafening thunder of her heart. The red-eye monster is staring straight at her, giving her spine chilling fear. Its fur is as black as Midnight, its eyes red as blood, and its mere presence denotes death.