Ruth Heller Books Novels & Stories

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

"Lola, welcome," I said as she stepped over the threshold. She gave me a tight smile before her expression shifted to one of cool assessment. Her eyes swept me up and down without a word before she brushed past me, leaving me to press my lips together awkwardly. "Hola, Martín," I greeted warmly, and he responded with a friendly smile before stepping inside. Aurellia stood still for a moment, her gaze cold and indifferent. She walked past without a word. "Hello to you too, Aurellia," I muttered under my breath, tired of the silent hostility.

He came to a halt beside the window and perked up his ears to hear their conversations. "I will win this time," Helena said fiercely. "No one can stop me from killing her. Bruno will completely surrender to me after her death. His hope to reunite her will shatter with her death. I'll lavish him with so much love that he will forget about her in no time. Our miseries are coming to an end, father. Happiness will resume in our lives. We will enjoy power and freedom again." She took his hand in hers and smiled at him. Cough-Cough…

Both of them pause and turn around at the familiar voice. “Oh! Zale!” Asher acknowledges. “Beautiful, can you wait up in my room?”. “Sure, handsome. Be quick” the cringe feminine voice follows. “What a rare sight to find you here in your study despite being done hours ago!”. Zale frowns at Asher’s utters. “Is this what you do in my study when I am away? Geez, disgusting!” Zale scrunches his nose. “Hold up, brother. To be honest your study is more comfortable than my room. You know, the large table, cosy couch---“.

he still can't believe I'm here, he goes straight to Sir Aiden who's in the book section I continued sorting through the papers until I heard Sir Silas' voice "You fucker I thought you don't want a girl inside your office, what's with her? Do you want her?" it was sir Silas loud voice "shut up" "What do you mean by shut up, when it is me in your office you almost immediately throw me out even if I'm pnly here for a minute, when I come near to your desk, you alwats says you don't want it cayse ill get it dirty, but if it's her it's okay for you, you really like her don't you? "I gasped when I heard Sir Silas words

'Two days ago' Why Did they send me to get something from Dad's office when I hadn't entered it for years. I kept on searching for the papers Jack asked me to find but there was a specific drawer that felt weird… too weird. I took the ruler that Dad always kept in the office and placed it on the side of the floor of the drawer and pushed a little… bingo! I was right, there was another layer beneath it and there was a book with only a few French words written on the red leather cover. L'histoire d'une femme morte. Which in English meant : The story of a dead woman.

After eating four biscuits and drinking a cup of tea she thanked GOD, who arranged food for her in the desert. After breakfast she washed the dishes and put them back. After that the she set the bed sheets and blankets. He had probably left everything as it was, thinking she was uncomfortable. After working, she saw that the hands of the clock were half an hour ahead. She was forbidden to do so, but how could she live alone, so she pick up a book lying on the table and start reading. She could barely read ten minutes about hunting. Then she turned on the tape recorder and she was completely unfamiliar with the language spoken.

He raised a brow when I still didn't get down. ''Please give me a minute.'' I pleaded. I waited until the people had passed and the street looked a bit dry before I got down immediately, disappearing into the alley that led to the workplace. I breathed a sigh of relief when I did not encounter any familiar person until I arrived at the bookstore. I pushed the door open and it chimed with the soft bell that hung above and I came face to face with Miss Glory. I greeted her, bowing my head slightly. ''How are you feeling now? Iris told me about you being ill.'' Her voice was soft.

Sofia cheekily replied with a gloaty smile. Whoever he was, she was really anxious to meet him. "So tell me, child. What book were you reading?” Mrs Rose asked as they walked through the hallways. Sofia laughed. "What would you give me if I told you?” "Silly girl. You know I wish I could read English books. I can only speak but I don't know how to read" Mrs Rose confessed, with a smile on her face. Sofia was so thrown aback by her statement. She speaks English so fluently, how come she can't read it?

It wasn’t about books—it was about blending in. Avyanna arrived just past five-thirty, the skies already tinted with the soft orange glow of early evening. The tired buzz of the city outside was muted here. Inside the library, the air was cool and still, filled with the soft rustle of pages and the occasional footsteps on old tile floors. She spotted Ruth near the back, seated in one of the reading nooks by the tall windows. She was pretending to browse through a large hardcover, though Avyanna could tell from her stiff posture and darting eyes that she was on edge.