Ruthless Games Novels & Stories

I cursed my own existence within the silent theater of my mind. A sharp wave of internal guilt began to compromise my system over the reality that my compliance had indirectly caused Roy to be branded with the reputation of a reckless playboy within the social register. Common sense dictated that I should have refrained from offering immediate, unyielding belief to Dita’s verbal testimonies. Had I withheld my rapid, scorched-earth evacuation and granted his position a structured negotiation, the probability was immense that Roy would have never redirected the volatility of his frustration into sleeping with a vast multitude of random women.

I wanted him to feel every second of what was coming. I hated when people dared me or crossed the line. Mateo had borrowed eighty million promising to pay back in six months. He had signed the loan contract with Dominic, eager to save his business. And now, eighteen months had passed and he hadn't transferred a single coin back. I pulled the gun away from his head, analyzing him. There was no need to rush his death, I wanted him to feel every second of pain before he would finally succumb to his fate. I was many things and patience was one of them when it served me.

I guess I was still scared. He swallowed hard, a shaky breath escaping after my reaction. The look on his face was something I'd never seen before. Vulnerability, regret, maybe even pleading, all swirling together in his glossy brown eyes. But I wasn't fooled. This was another act, another game he was playing with me. Finn shook his head, his gaze shiny with something unexpected. "Cheryl, I kill people. I've done unspeakable things, but I've never forced anyone." His voice cracked, and I stared soullessly at him, my tear-streaked face betraying no emotion.

Kairo’s deep voice suddenly startled me in the quiet car. I threw him a cold side glance and immediately returned to my phone screen, completely ignoring his face. "That behaviour is really mature, Nia," he muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead. "Hmmm." "What the hell is that grunt supposed to mean?" I didn't even raise my head from the screen. "It means that a dominant male who literally bribes another warrior with pack resources to dump his girlfriend, and then starts a violent bar fight in a public lodge, has absolutely zero right to preach to my wolf about maturity."

Alex's POV I walked into my organization with a smile and everyone scurried to their seats. James walked towards me with a grin on his face. "So are you ready to lose your company?" He asked. I looked at him before looking outside. "I don't think you should talking to me early in the morning." I answered He chuckled. "You're still arrogant." "I can't stop being arrogant, I'll fight to the end." "Death is the end," he reminded with a smirk. "Be ready to pay the price just like Lisa because you'll be the next person walking out of this organization."

“The way he looks at me?” “Yes. I know. It’s how my husband looks at me, how Rafe looks at Marge,” she paused. “Max was right about her brother. He barely talks. And when he does, all he talks about is business. Do you know what they call him in the business world? They named him “The Ruthless Magnate”. And he sure to live up to his name. He seized property by property, whenever he gets the opportunity, building his empire of hotels. But everytime he looks at you, I see tenderness, gentleness, love. Something I have never seen before,” Beatrice gave her a smile and a gentle squiz in her hand. “Honey, whatever situation you are in, whatever set up you and my son have, as long as both of you a

Savaş hurt me… he hurt me badly so it's only fair that I hurt just as much, if not more. Game on, Dickhead!

Couldn't clean the body anymore. I guess he's too tired today.

"Send scouts to monitor their movements closely. We'll strike when they're most vulnerable." Ryan nodded and left to relay my orders. Alone in my tent, I allowed myself a moment to process the day's events. The victory was ours, but the war was far from over. Adrian was a formidable opponent, and I knew he wouldn't take this defeat lightly. The moonlight cast shadows on the walls of my chamber, and I felt a pang of nostalgia. This battle had reminded me of my early days as Alpha, when every decision felt like a test of my leadership. But those days were long gone. I was no longer the untested leader struggling to prove himself. I was Magnus, the Ruthless Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and I had