My Ruthless Opponent Novels & Stories

a more elderly man agreed until they were all talking angrily amongst themselves. “Gentleman, Gentleman!" I called. “Edric was a cruel man indeed, but does that mean we repay him with the same cruelty? He has been merciless to me among many during his rule, but I will NOT allow any man to starve into a slow and painful death, no matter his crimes. That is not who we are, and we will not respond to ruthlessness with that of our own! We WILL be better than that. Better than the example he led by.” I waited a moment before I continued to allow what I said to sink in and to watch the response on their faces. But so far, it seemed they all understood my reasoning.

But what he says next boils my blood. "you can and you will," he folds his hands over his chest. Like he is doing this to control himself. "we have all day, you are cleaning this even if it takes you all day." I threw my hands in the air, and frustrated tears burned my eyes. "what kind of ruthless bastard are you? I told you I can't do it." "you will do it," he grits. "fuck you," I yelled picking up a handful of horseshit mixed with straw and throwing it at him. "Eat this and die."

he muttered under his breath. Elena leaned closer, reading over his shoulder. "Is it the same Richard? Like, Richard, Richard?" "Yes," Adrian said grimly. Elena’s face paled. Richard wasn’t just anyone. He was Adrian’s rival—a ruthless businessman who had spent years trying to take over major deals, partnerships, and mergers that Adrian’s company occupied. If Lucas had been working with him, this wasn’t just about money. This was a calculated attack. A betrayal that ran deeper than Adrian had ever imagined.

"It's okay if you don't want to. But remember that I'm here. No matter what you do and what it does to you, I'm here." I sighed in defeat. I'm gonna tell her. It's no big deal or maybe it is. "I have a friend. She met someone handsome, rich, powerful, and cruel man. Since then she has been fighting her attraction against him. He wants her just for sex and he will go to any extent to have that. But she is afraid. She thinks that he might harm her and her family." "Why does that friend of yours think that?" "Because he is powerful and cruel. She doesn't want to be with him, at the same time wants to be with him."

[How do you deal with opponents you can’t defeat? Dulcie called back and said in a loud voice, “You met an opponent you can’t beat?! No way! You actually found your ‘arch nemesis’? Weren’t you carrying self-defense tools? The tranquilizers didn’t take him out? You didn’t get hurt, did you?” Ruth’s eardrums hurt from the barrage of questions. She placed her phone a little further away. When Dulcie was finally done, Ruth put the phone back to her ear. “I didn’t bring any.”

"I know you disdain winning matches this way, but think about it. Who's your opponent next week? That person is more ruthless than Louis!" "I've faced much tougher opponents," Morpheus said nonchalantly, adjusting the bandage around his wrist. "I'm still standing here in front of you, aren't I?" "Why are you so stubborn?" Fat Jim looked pained. "In our world, fists don't have eyes. There are no rules in these matches—kill or be killed!" "I know." "Everyone's on something. Why aren't you?" "I don't like this dirty stuff!" "You..." Fat Jim glared at him with a barely noticeable smirk. He placed the bottle on the table, knowing it was up to Morpheus whether he took it or not.

He'd been a fool to not know who his opponent was or prepare for the worst, as that was incredibly easy. Pressing the heel of my shoe against his throat, I bend to sever his arm from his socket. But I'm thrown off him by the second bouncer. His build and height make his shove almost powerful enough to topple me. I dust the snowy grains from my trousers and jacket, which arose from my skidding across the snowy ground, and fix on him a heated glare. "What the fuck!" He roars as he checks on his partner.

Instead, it lit a cold fire in my chest that burned away everything except the need to prove that I was still worth something. Jace's POV - In the Ring My first opponent was a Beta from Riverside pack—competent but predictable. I ended the match in forty-five seconds with a combination that left him unconscious before he hit the ground. The crowd's reaction was appreciative but muted. After watching Grace's surgical precision, my brute force approach probably seemed crude.

His hands are by his side, as he looks down at me, not striking whilst I’m down. A sharp wind blows, his chest rises and falls, and I realise that the most deadly opponent in this world is someone who can remain calm in every situation. Gone is the pretty boy, and before me is a powerful alpha who knows exactly what he is doing and exactly what he wants…

By the age of thirteen, I had learned the names of all the great families and how to kill them best. He turned me ruthless. He turned me deadly. He turned me unstoppable. And yet, somehow, I was standing opposite Rocco De Luca—the most ruthless man in the underworld—and he was staring at me as if I were a puzzle he wished to disassemble. The air was filled with the scent of sweat, blood, and whiskey. Underground fight clubs existed—raw, unfiltered, and brutal. The warehouse, dimly lit, was full of it. The horde of men roared as fists landed against flesh, as bones cracked under sadistic force.