Ruthless Novels & Stories

I knew him instantly. My throat tightened, my pulse racing. Of all people, I despised him the most. He was ruthless, remorseless. He was the one who had pulled the trigger with no trace of pity in his cold, brown eyes. His gaze fixed on me, only after sweeping the room and assessing the damage I'd caused. I stood there, trying to look strong, pretending to wield armor when in reality, I was trembling with every shaky breath. He raised two fingers toward the door, and the other men turned, leaving us alone. The door clicked shut behind them.

Hardy Cold Ruthless Arrogant Wicked Mysterious Deadly He was actually the most mysterious heir of Rovio Group, the most powerful richest man in the country He was known as a cold-blooded and decisive man Controller among the massive business empire He did not hesitate to kill his brothers, and finally succeeded the CEO of Robin Group. Melody Melody was my only closed friend of mine She knows about the abusive mother of mine, she has always been there for me whenever am in need

I waited until the fight in my shoulders eased a fraction. Truly the silent people are the most dangerous of all. He removed his hand. “You’re insane,” I whispered. “Maybe.” He stood and started unbuttoning his shirt. “But I’m done being the quiet one you walk all over.” His shirt hit the floor. I couldn’t look away. Lean muscle from years of construction work, a faint scar on his ribs I’d never bothered to ask about. He toed off his boots, unbuckled his belt, and let his jeans drop.

Why? Relaxing into his chair, he muttered the words absentmindedly, “That's because she's a cruel, selfish and ungrateful wife who thinks the right way to pay her husband back is by running to God knows where. She is to blame for this… everything is her fault. She's fucking ungrateful—fucking selfish!” A part of him kept daring him to fling the painting to a corner of the room and watch it shatter to pieces but another part couldn't even dare.

The evidence was insurmountable. Max didn’t take his eyes off the accused as they were settled in their seats. Ruth sat stoically, her lips pressed tight in a thin line. Her once elegant appearance now seemed tarnished—her makeup had been applied hastily, her clothes disheveled compared to the pristine aura she had once projected. Beside her, Hannah sat with her arms crossed, her eyes flashing with an arrogance that no longer held any weight. Alexander, however, seemed completely detached, his face pale and devoid of emotion. It was as though he was already resigned to his fate.

I haven't gone far when I turned back to face him "For your information, don't even think of harming me or killing me because it won't work. I am a tornado that destroys whatever it wants without control and without restriction. Murderer!" I added, whispering the last words inaudibly but I made sure to let him hear it. It's time I begin my game.

Still they didn’t lose hope and stood strong building their connections but Ralph would strike them whenever they thought they are going to prosper. No matter how many times Ralph attacked them, they withstood his wrath and rebuild their business again and again but there is a limit to everything. However there are no bounds to Ralph’s vengeance. It would be better if he just killed all of them at once but no, he chose the most cruel way to destroy them. It’s like killing a person slowly by inducing poison drop by drop and watch them suffer before slitting their throat. How sadistic?

Raising her teary face she looked up at Valente whose smirk started vanishing away. "What the hell ?" He roared trying to move towards her and beat this stupidity out of her but she shook her head making him freeze. "You want me Valente then let them go " she whispered and he stared at her before busting in to laughter. "You think you can black mail with that " he spoke up and she smirked. "Your forgetting something Valente without me your worthless like a half eaten peace of bread in a garbage can. Your nothing but trash dear husband, isn't that the reason why you never killed me? " she spoke up with itching bitterness on her tongue.

He is a part of the Russian Bratva, known for their brutality and lack of mercy. The depth of his ruthlessness becomes clear. “You used me, you despicable bastard!” I scream, gripping the bars tightly. “I’m nothing more than a pawn in your sick game. You’re willing to risk everything for power?” The comprehension of his true intentions fills me with disgust.

The king's reputation precedes him, for he is known to be a merciless ruler who spares not even those of high birth. The fallen vampire received a brutal blow to the face as the king mercilessly stomped on him. With each powerful thump, the creature's body began to resemble a freshly baked loaf of bread, while its once-rounded head now appeared strikingly flattened. As the deed was done, the king remained steadfast, his gaze unflinching. The task was easily achieved.