Novel & Cerita Rebel Ruthless

“You mean, I have to change my personality? To become… ruthless?” Ruthless. The word for some reason tasted sweet in my mouth. For months now, I tried everything possible to get over Damian's betrayal. Selene's pursuit of power, but the ugly scene kept on replaying over and over again. To ever get my revenge back, I must become ruthless, unpredictable to them. Elena nodded, clearly happy that I had made up my mind to take all that made me tears down. “Exactly. Ruthless, very precise, and cold hearted, but always carrying yourself with elegance. You’ll return stronger, and the storm they never saw coming.”

Caleb started. "Taraka? As in the fish farm Taraka?" Ulric asked "Yes, my family owns it," Rahul answered "Have you known our kind since the beginning?" Caleb asked Rahul. "I did, I have lived long enough to know who is who," Rahul said "And would you care to tell us what are you, it would just be fair for all of us to know and that would also help us build our trust with each other," Caleb said "I believe your vision has shown who I am," he said looking at Amelia and Caleb, "If not perhaps it is not yet the time for you to know but what I can only say is that I am a former water deity," Rahul said

"But when the time comes, I want to be the one who cuts his disgusting jackfruit seed." Maybe her words were harsh. But to Damien, somehow it sounded quite cute. Maybe because Alexis used harsh words to vampires. Even though Damien is a vampire, his hatred for vampires exceeds any feelings in his heart. So, he feels happy when he hears someone cursing at the vampire in front of his face. After a few moments of observing the situation, Damien signaled to Reinhard who was ready with his sniper rifle from a few minutes ago, while the rest of the rebel forces were ready in their positions.

A man came in and crouched down to his level, face few inches away from him. "I'm disappointed. I heard so much about White Oak and here you are not more than 2 days and we have our hands on you......" the man said with spitting on the side. "Why are you here?" "For setting you free." "Why would you do that? Why would you betray your boss? As much as I know The Black Swan, you guys don't do anything for free, what do you want in return?" "Revenge, from Jonathan Kyle." "How can I help you, Kai?"

The rebels needed a plan, a way to turn the tide in their favor. Maximus gathered his allies in a secluded part of the woods, the moonlight filtering through the leaves overhead. His eyes, filled with a fiery determination, met the gaze of each rebel. "We cannot outrun them forever," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of conviction. "But we can outsmart them."

"Don't you dare talk about them, they're mine and you don't get to talk like that about them!" "Nathan's the worst, he's not even a real dominant. He bottoms for you like a little slut and still calls himself a Dom? He's pathetic. He's almost as much of a whore as Cole is, I'm sure he'd give it up to anyone who even looks in his direction," Adrian says with malice lining his voice. The anger is bubbling up through me again, and the urge to try and get off the chair and break his jaw is overwhelming.

Like a battlefield waiting for the next move. The room was eerily silent, save for the faint ticking of the wall clock. Normally, he thrived in this silence. It was in these quiet moments that he planned, strategized, controlled the chaos that others drowned in. But now, the silence felt oppressive. His focus remained elsewhere. Because somewhere out there, someone was waiting. Watching. And they wanted revenge. The words from earlier echoed in his mind, chilling in their simplicity. This is revenge. Adrian had made enemies before. Ruthless rivals, powerful men who had fallen because he refused to bow. He had learned early on that in this world, survival wasn’t about playing fair—it was abou

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!"

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.

“From rogues and rebels.” The way he says rebels is different. There is weight on that word. A bitterness that sits on it. I follow the lines of his face, the ones that have always been there but I never really noticed. They look carved by regret. “She paid the price of falling in love with a hunter,” he continues, his voice low, rough around the edges. “ A rebel.” *** “Your mother, Ruby…”