My Ruthless Opponent Novels & Stories

I exclaimed, running towards him and embracing him tightly. Gosh, I can't help my tears. Finally, some of my problems had been lifted. He's awake. Andrei, the only reason I'm doing my best to fight in life, is finally awake. I wouldn't be wanting any more jobs with higher salaries if Andrei was in a better situation. I can't help crying. Finally, he’s conscious. I had some hope. I can't help. “Don't cry, Rix!” he exclaimed. But I can't so I just tapped his back and continued sobbing.

He is so full of himself and arrogant. He is a good person Sav, I think he likes you a lot...I mean a lot. This is the first time he brought a date. We are really surprised! Sometimes, people are being carried away by his position, but as far as I know him and from my personal point of view, he is kind-hearted and a good man. There are talks about his ruthlessness, especially towards women, but I am not a witness to those. I have never seen him with a woman on his side, believe me! It's always talk and gossip by the media. Maybe, it was part of his image to have it that way. He was a widow for many many years and I did not hear a single name attached to him. It's just being ruthless, and a

Is this how businesspeople try to take down their opponents? They wait for their opponents to feel secure, to relax their guard because they think they’ve already won a landslide victory. But that’s precisely the best moment to take down an opponent, when they’re unprepared, unguarded, and careless. “Come on, Irina, you can’t possibly—” I cursed to myself. Suddenly, my desire flared. My eyes were still glued to my phone screen, showing the unplayed video. I wanted to continue watching the sex video of Richard and his mistress.

I whined, a distinct current of bitter irritation compromising my vocal delivery. "Well... that parameter represents nothing more than a preliminary betrothal phase. Is your system genuinely claiming an absolute lack of tactical capacity to ruthlessly sabotage that alliance and hijack his affections? Your physical network is heavily optimized with an elite tier of beauty..." Mama countered with complete nonchalance.

Alan stood up at once. the only thing he was proud of in his life was his passion of being that top model that everybody wants and now when he saw his name in the second place, he clenched his fists in rage. The rage was so steamy that his nails tore down his flesh making his palm bleed out of his closed fist.

And so, she gathered her strength and her wits, and prepared to face the ruthless alpha in the final battle. Amira knew that the ruthless alpha was a formidable opponent. He was not only physically strong, but he was also cunning and ruthless. He had a way of twisting the truth and manipulating people, and he was not afraid to use any means necessary to get what he wanted. But Amira also knew that he had weaknesses. He was driven by greed and a thirst for power, and those were things that could be exploited. She was determined to find his weaknesses, and to use them to her advantage.

They didn't know that her opponent in today's fight was the rumored rookie who killed all the participants she was with, in the level one without letting anyone alive, and in just a short period of time. She was a complete psychopath. And Mizu was in complete danger.

He introduced me to Mirrum the coffee shop owner and landlord . “ Well I want you to understand I do not approve of this fight , and do not think you should take it . He was wanting to put you up against Nemesis, “ he said, frowning at me while shaking his head . Nemesis was one of the biggest opponents at well over six and a half feet tall and built like a tank . He has never been beaten , word on the street is he has actually killed someone in the cage . To be fair I have never lost a fight yet but for the first time I feel nervous . “ Did he tell you what the purse is? '' I say .

He is unbeatable for this male is too skilled and smart he foresees my potential attempts before I do them. Keeping my footsteps light as to conceal my exact location just as he taught me I sprint forward in a trial to tackle him down from behind, my legs coiled around his waist my left limb forced around his neck I strive to position the tip of the knife I hold in my right palm over the side of his throat aiming for the direct kill. Phobos grunts to the intensity of my attack and my sudden weight that is thrust upon his body but he stands still for me. "Keep this position. I will show you how your opponent might potentially react."

The distance between us felt wider than the entire arena. Kieran blew out a breath. “She is still mad.” I did not bother answering. The truth of it was written across her face. Her opponent stepped into the arena. A tall male with scarred forearms and unsettling calm eyes. He had won three matches in a row. Brutal. Efficient. He respected no one. Killed ruthlessly and never lost sleep over it. Kieran leaned forward. “Of all the opponents she could get.” “She can handle him,” I said quietly.