Novel & Cerita Ruthless Kindness

Losing my mother to the wasting sickness was incredibly hard on my soul, but somehow, even that deep grief paled next to these roaring feelings for this one male. Leaning my forehead against the cool glass of the window, I closed my eyes tight and forced my brain to focus entirely on the heavy purr of the engine rather than the painful voices from my past. I didn't want to hear them tonight; I didn't want to remember. But my soul knew if I forgot his cruelty, I would easily let his alpha charm do it to me all over again. That was exactly who Kairo Adeyemi was—cruel, dominant, and ruthless. He took whatever his wolf wanted from the valley, and then he discarded you like trash when he was done

I gasped out loud, bending my head all over, my vision blurry as his cock hit me hard He watched my face the whole time, his eyes dark and ruthless. It was almost as if he knew my plan, like he wanted to ruin me the same way I wanted to ruin him.

His jealousy of her brilliance was a strange, intoxicating thing, he wanted the world to fear her, but he hated that her mind was a territory he couldn't fully map. "You’re a natural, Cali. It’s in your blood. The Santoro ruthlessness. It just took a little... cultivation." "Don't take credit for my spite," Cali whispered, her voice dropping into a lethal, grumpy register. "You didn't cultivate me. You backed me into a corner until the only thing left to do was bite." She shoved him back, finally sliding off the table. She smoothed out the lapels of her midnight-black suit, looking every bit the cold-blooded executive. She picked up the pearl derringer and tucked it back into her blazer with

I had never heard of anyone pathetic and undesirable enough to get rejected twice. “I don’t know.” Despite Cahir’s dangerous and ruthless aura, I never expected him to be this cruel to me. Even if he didn’t want me, even if he found me disgusting and repulsive like everyone else, could he not spare me the heartbreak of listening to him trade me like wood?

“Your life will improve here, so don’t be stubborn. Alexander is kind to good people, but he is a devil when he gets angry, so follow my advice.” Lily sighed in annoyance and sat down on the soft bed violently. She looked around at her mother’s room. She has been here several times and slept. She can say that her mother is lucky to have a boss like Alexander and Dylan, and they are kind. They don’t even consider her mother a different person. Her room did not look like it was for a servant’s room, whereas the other servants had their bedrooms behind the mansion.

It's time I bring out something on them. some will say I play dirty, but I disagree. I play nasty. My lips curl evilly, Kauris will cry after this. _____________ Killian The usual silence of my basement is now filled with the helpless cries of an innocent girl. She's paying for something she didn't do, it's unfair but newsflash is how things work in the real world. The people you associate yourself with are either your greatest treasures or your inevitable demise. "Please," she cries as Vector secures the chain around her wrist.

So, whether someone was truly ruthless depended on one thing: justice. If a person turned a blind eye to evil and chose softness in the face of cruelty, that wasn’t kindness—that was complicity. “Adora, the fact that you can protect yourself—that’s what gives me the most peace of mind,” Louis said gently, running a finger along her cheek with quiet emotion. Adora looked at him, her eyes bright with emotion, shimmering with life. Then she hugged him tightly and whispered by his neck, “Louis, I’m so lucky to have you.”

My silk blouse rips, fabric tearing loud and obscene in the silence between their laughter. The leader crouches over me, his weight pressing me into the carpet. His smile is slow, deliberate, the kind that makes bile burn the back of my throat. “You think you’re untouchable, rich girl?” His breath stinks of cigarettes as his fingers drag down my cheek. “Men like me… we break women like you. Tonight, you’re nothing but a hole to bleed dry.” “I’ll kill you,” I rasp, my voice shredded but steady. “If you touch me, I’ll kill you.”

“To Althea.” Applause erupted like thunder around me. Glasses clinked. People smiled. A perfect scene. But my ears rang, like I was underwater, sinking. My stomach twisted. He said compassion was like a badge of honor. As if choosing her over me made him noble. As if ripping my heart out was an act of mercy. I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give them that. But I could feel the cameras catch my frozen smile, the slight narrowing of my eyes. The world would be dissecting my heartbreak before the champagne could settle.