Novel & Cerita My Ruthless Opponent

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.

He looked at her, curious as to what she had to say. "I have something to tell you," Alma remarked as she moved closer to him. Virgin nodded and motioned for her to come along. Alma followed him into his office. "What is it?" Virgil asked as he sat in his chair. "Your strategy for defeating Blaze is remarkable. But don't underestimate him. Remember that he is known as the ruthless alpha. He has no mercy when it comes to executing his foes." Virgil smirked, his fingers intertwined. "This ruthless alpha will be defeated and killed this time."

He kept going through the numbers trying to confirm it, as it felt like a fantasy dream. "That sounds like a good investment for us." I responded. They both nodded positively "Your truly ruthless, Nikolas." Wren said with a wry smile as he glanced through the agreement. He always knew of my gruesome tactics in negotiation, yet his astonishment only grew stronger on every business deal I concluded. "I've to do what it takes to get my money back." I replied slowly relaxing back on my chair. A truly worthy conquest. I told myself quietly.

" The woman complained. The man lifted his hands to his face and gently washed it with his palms. In the midst of a fierce argument, it's likely that his beloved, who displays the greatest tenacity, will ultimately claim victory. She possessed an unwavering determination, while he was put to the test by maintaining his composure. Should she fail to meet the criteria of his beloved, her head would promptly be launched through the nearest window, a testament to his utter lack of forbearance.

His hair wasn't tied as usual, falling down his face as he wrapped the bandage around his knuckles and hand in general, meanwhile Jesper was messaging his shoulders and looking around before his eyes met mine and I prayed to God, hoping that Jesper wouldn't know it's me. But all of that was in vain when he whispered something to Savaş before the latter's head snapped in my direction, his eyes spoke a thousand emotions and I knew that no disguise in the world would make me unknown to him… he would always know me. Always. Savaş stood up when the bell was rung, his opponent mirroring his moves before he launched at Savaş his fist almost connected with his face but Savaş blocked it quickly with

My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes. I let go and backed away. The piece of glass that is now tainted with blood fell on the floor. "Look what you've done, Audrey! You're so slutty! You're just like your mommy-" "Shut up!" I spat angrily and turned to Rustov. "And you? Why did you interrupt? It's not my fault why you got hurt! That's your fault for taking that stupid girl's side! Why are you defending her? Your friend? Girlfriend? Because, you're both trash!"

That would keep him busy for a while. I turned toward Short Guy and smiled. The audience roared. They knew that smile. The look in my opponent’s eyes was familiar: panic and horrified realization. I stalked toward him, and he raised his fists. I feigned an attack, causing him to stumble back. I chuckled. This was going to be fun. I lunged at him, kicking and punching hard without mercy. The cries of the crowd and the fucking whimpers of my opponent spurred me on, but the fucking hollowness in my chest remained. I kicked him over and over again until everything was red.