Novel & Cerita My Ruthless Opponent

The woman in that ring was predator made flesh, and she was hunting her way through the competition like they were prey. Her fifth opponent was Marcus Rivera from Stormwind pack—no relation, despite the name. He was known throughout the region as one of the most brutal fighters of his generation, a man who'd earned his Alpha rank by putting three opponents in the hospital during his own ranking matches. I'd fought him myself two years ago and barely managed a draw. Grace studied him with those cold, analytical eyes as he entered the ring, and I saw the moment she identified his weakness. Rivera favored overwhelming aggression, counting on intimidation and raw power to break his opponents' wi

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.

At this time, Luke stood up, his gaze was as vicious as a leopard, and in that instant, he was like the king of darkness who emitted a strong aura from his bones, causing his opponent to immediately become timid, and take a step back. One of the man wanted to take the initiative and attack before he could attack, but due to the strong wind that was sweeping past him and was about to land on Luke's chest, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a palm. His movement was too fast, and before the opponent could even react, he fell onto the ground, over his shoulder. Luke immediately retracted all the hostility in his body, extended his hand and pulled his opponent up from the ground. Chief, your stren

Nicolas was carefully taking in each movement his opponent was making. He knew the man had no honour and would fight dirty, so he had to be careful, but he couldn’t just defend himself. He had to fight to win this war! His opponent took a step forward and Nicolas lunged, slamming his nails into the ribs as the man shouted out in pain.

"You worthless piece of garbage. I put you away once. I can do it again. Or I can skip the middleman and handle you myself." I grabbed his wrist, my fingers digging in. "Try it. I'd love to see you try. Rich boy like you probably hasn't had a real fight since prep school." We were nose to nose. Heat came off him in waves. His breath was warm against my face. The air crackled with violent, electric tension. My heart pounded, not from fear, but from a wild, thrilling rush. This was a real opponent. Not some scared woman. A man. Someone who wanted what was mine.

Devi chuckled, a dark, ruthless sound that vibrated in the tiled room. He turned on the gold faucets, the roar of the water echoing her internal chaos. "I never claimed to be a saint, baby. I'm a stalker who kept his prize. I'm a CEO who closed a hostile takeover. But I’m the only one who will never sell you." He lowered her into the steaming water, the heat a sharp shock to her chilled system. He knelt by the tub, his shirtsleeves rolled up to reveal the scars on his forearms reminders of the wars he’d fought to get to this room. He took a silk sponge and began to wash the grit of the sea from her shoulders, his touch understanding and terrifyingly tender.

And Blake, the man who had thought he could own me, would be the first to learn that the Rosette Jenner he had destroyed was dead. In her place stood something stronger, sharper, and utterly relentless. I would wear my mask perfectly. I would smile. I would pretend to be the obedient, pliable Rosette, but behind every word, every gesture, every glance, I would be carving the path of vengeance. And the moment he realized, it would be too late.

Rudy whispered to Fane, "Don't be reckless if your opponent turns out to be strong; your life is what matters most. We can take revenge later, so don't be reckless!" Fane knew what Rudy was worried about, and turned to look at Rudy, "Don't you know my personality? If the opponent insists on troubling me, I won't hold back. However, I'm not a reckless person. You don't have to tell me any of that. I know it all for myself." Rudy helplessly pursed his lips. With Fane's personality, Rudy really had been wasting his time. Fane had never been someone who looked for trouble. Every time Fane took action or was angered, it was because the other party had been trying to cause Fane trouble.

Dabbing his sweat off with the towel, Zale grits dangerously. “I am so going to make him regret it!”. After blocking Edward’s car from every direction, Zale grins in contentment seeing Edward walking towards his car giving up on escaping. Stepping out of his car, Zale stands in all his glory. “Get out of my way, Zale” Edward demands. “Now, now, so eager to run away from me, Edward?” he taunts. Edward thought he hid the escaping part well but then he overlooked the fact that he is going against Zale Austin Windsor, the ruthless and the most powerful man who rules the underworld mafia of New York controlling the in and outs on his fingertips.