My Ruthless Opponent Novels & Stories

This man is sending me on a suicide mission and he knows it. That's utterly impossible. “It's exactly what you're thinking Adrian. Get the job done.” He states, not a single emotion crossing his face. “This is the same thing as asking me to kill myself. Nobody can get to this man.” I've heard rumors about him. Nikolai Rostov. The most ruthless man in the whole of Russia. Каратель ( The punisher ) That’s what they call him and I know that he shouldn’t be dwelt with.

“Do you even know who I am?” “Yes,” I hissed. “And soon the whole world will. Your empire will burn when the police knock on your door.” He chuckled slowly. “Have you ever heard the name Luciano De Rossi?” The air in the room shifted. That name—Luciano De Rossi—was the name Davin had spent his life running from. The name behind every sleepless night, every gunshot that echoed through our walls. “I’m Luciano De Rossi,” he said simply. “Your beloved husband’s greatest nemesis.”

I gasped out loud, bending my head all over, my vision blurry as his cock hit me hard He watched my face the whole time, his eyes dark and ruthless. It was almost as if he knew my plan, like he wanted to ruin me the same way I wanted to ruin him.

"What do you mean, ruthless?" "No matter what they say, no matter what happens, how much pain you're causing your opponent, you have to take him out." Sassy's tail twitched as his amber eyes flashed fire. "Do you understand? It's not enough to win, you have to kick him when he's down." "What is wrong with you people?" I shuddered, hugging myself, Meira pressing into my side as we both finally understood. "I'll fight and I'll win, but I'm not a bully."

I knew they loved my ruthless fighting style, and I was ready to show them why I was known as "The Enforcer." My opponent took a step towards me. I couldn't help but notice the tightness in his muscles and the intensity in his eyes, which were firmly locked onto mine. He exuded an intimidating aura, with his formidable size dominating the space around him. However, instead of feeling fear, I found myself welcoming the danger that lay ahead. I loved the rush of facing someone who looked like they could kill me.

Raven I dodge the blows of my opponent. He is larger and stronger than I am, but I’m more agile. He uses a pattern while he fights, three quick jabs to the lift of my torso, his aiming for my ribs, followed by an uppercut from the right. He finishes it off with a kick aimed at my right ribs. He tries to mix it up, by switching sides, but that’s just of his moves. He can also pass for the tree since he has been rooted to almost the same spot the entire fight. I dodge all his attempts to hit me, but I can’t dodge forever. Eventually, he will land a punch and judging by the hulk size biceps, it’s gonna hurt. My body and muscle ache and I don’t have much strength left. If I can get him off balan

Each dodge, each counter was deliberate, calculated. “You’re faster than I expected,” Rovan grunted, narrowing his eyes. “Not bad… for a new Beta.” “Not new,” I corrected sharply, stepping closer, letting him feel my presence. “I’m Iris. And I’ve learned the cost of underestimating an opponent.” He lunged again, and this time I was ready. My fist met his chest with a thud, sending him staggering backward. He grunted, adjusting his stance. “Hmm… impressive,” he admitted. “But let’s see how long that lasts.”

I had to focus. I blocked out the crowd. I blocked out the banners. I blocked out every stare watching me. Then I saw him - My opponent. The person who I would fight was House Krath’s representative - Cedric Halvane. He was a fifth-year. He was tall, broad and heavy with muscle. He was the kind of male wolf who had spent years knowing he was stronger than most people around him. His stance was perfect. His shoulders were loose. His expression was calm. He was dangerous. Everyone knew it.

Isabella moved first. The struggle was quick, brutal in its efficiency rather than gore. Aura lunged, the vial flashing. Isabella knocked the hand aside, the vial skittering and shattering against the hearth. The sound seemed to make time tilt. Aura advanced with a cry, fingers reaching for Isabella’s throat. Isabella fought like a mother possessed. She struck, shoved, used the bookend to batter open space between them. In the scuffle, Aura slipped on the spilled preserves and went down hard. The bookend clanged. For an instant, neither moved.

“I have the chance to kill my sister-in-law and am waiting for the right moment. Until that happens, I’ll make sure you never know where she is. You might be able to find me, but you’ll never meet her.” Perhaps a little threat could serve as an extra spice. The corners of Orlando’s lips formed a cynical smirk. He was thoroughly satisfied watching how Nightroe sensed the danger posed by someone who could drive the man mad. Clearly—this was just a small victory. He didn’t want to rush into freedom, though it seemed… that decision was quite right as Nightroe slowly stepped back; gazing with sharp sapphire eyes, then said, “If you ever dare to touch Anna. I’ll make sure your little whore is comp