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

His stare wasn’t just curious—it was calculated. This wasn’t the broken girl he remembered from the palace. No… this was a woman reborn in fire, and Khalid wasn’t sure whether he wanted to worship her or ruin her. “I hear there’s an art room here,” Khalid said suddenly, voice too casual. “Mind if I explore it later? I’ve always been curious about Karl’s… tastes.” Karl’s hand twitched around his teacup. Aura glanced up sharply but said nothing. Isabella met Khalid’s stare, calm and unbothered. “You’ll find the art room locked. Some doors are better left closed, Prince Khalid.”

’ I mumbled to myself. I waited till Gerald drove off before approaching her. I cleaned the sweat beaded on my forehead as I strode towards her. “Hello, excuse me. Are you Miss Rainora?” I politely asked. Her soft fragrance was impossible. I snapped out of my daze quickly. “Ahem... yes. And you are?” She asked nervously. She had a puzzled look at me, waiting for an answer. I cleared my throat and straightened my back. “I’m Caleb Woods.” I paused for her to connect the dots on her own. It took her a few seconds, and her eyes widened in awe.

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

Cold. I pressed my hand over my mouth to muffle a cough from the thick air. Carefully stepping back, my heel hit something. A shelf. A loud thud hit the floor behind me. “Damn it…” I muttered under my breath, fumbling to pull out my phone. I turned on the flashlight and aimed it toward the object. It was a book. Old. Worn. A diary. I bent down and picked it up. The name on the first page stopped my breath cold.

'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.