Ruthless Kindness Novels & Stories

The results were endless—articles praising his tech empire, photos of him at galas and award ceremonies, and countless pieces touting his status as one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. One headline caught my eye: “Nikolas Woods: Ruthless Visionary or Cunning Tyrant?” I clicked on it, skimming through the text, which detailed his sharp business acumen and the many enemies he’d made in his rise to the top. I shook my head, dropping my phone onto the nightstand. “What did I get myself into?” I muttered under my breath. The device buzzed just as I was about to turn off the lamp. A text lit up the screen. Unknown Number:

And underneath that gentleness sat something immovable, something absolute, a message dressed up in kindness that left no room for negotiation at all. I stood there in the study, the crumpled letter still between us on the desk, and understood with sudden, sinking clarity that whatever version of Rhys had woken up gentle and searching in that hospital bed, this was the shape his devotion had actually been growing toward the entire time.

His last threat and last thing which made her cry every time she remembered. "If this is your stubbornness, I will leave you behind, but no one will accept you. Our society is a very apathetic and cruel society. The tragedy of our class is that it makes no distinction between a helpless and forced girl running away from home and being abducted. For them, both are equal. Just like a prostitute and a robber may want to repent but they are not willing to forgive and forget their past deeds. The world can never forgive. The unforgivable sins of the uninitiated are always remembered. The status is the same.” He was blocking all her paths and handing over the decision to her. There was no one more

"Deploy this line of credit to liquidate the tariff of your transportation costs, or in the event that your system requires the acquisition of casual consumer goods." My pupils expanded into massive, paralyzed disks of absolute shock at the visual data. Following multiple consecutive chapters of surrendering the absolute sanctuaries of my flesh to his dominance, what underlying structural depravity could possibly catalyze his decision to suddenly offer my person financial compensation? A profound, unmitigated sense of deep psychological insult detonated through my network, causing my vocal apparatus to involuntarily discharge a high-volume roar of pure fury against his position: "Does your n

the woman in black bikini finally spoke. "Guys, relax. You don't need to be like this to Irryn. She's my stepsibling so, at least, respect her and stop saying nasty uncalled for opinions about her!" F rustrated, Ryle defended me. His tone is serious and annoyed, but he remained calm and casual. I really knew it. Ryle and Zack may have similarities in physical aspects and they even look a like, but the only difference is that Ryle is the exact opposite of his younger brother. Ryle is patient and compassionate, whereas Zack is harsh and ruthless.

"You were a pathetic, lonely orphan! God knows where you'd be without me—probably still stuck in some back alley, begging for scraps! "My mom and I gave you a home. We made you who you are. And this is how you repay us? You're a snake! "This isn't over. I'll get my mom out. I'll marry Yana. And I'll make sure you watch us build a life together—happy, loved. You'll regret this every single day."

she added as she approached them. Everyone stopped talking and turned to her. "This is a pack, not a battlefield," Alma continued. "Blaze didn’t care about the presence of women and children. He seemed to have become a killing machine. I admit that the rogues made a mistake, but that doesn't justify killing them so brutally. Blaze has the option of imprisoning them. But he killed like a monster. This isn't the real him. I believe he has evolved into a ruthless beast, capable of killing anyone when enraged."

"Perhaps that is why you can see what others miss." "What do you mean?" "Kane-san has a reputation for destroying companies. But those who look closer might notice he only destroys those built on corruption and deceit." The older man's eyes were knowing. "He values integrity above all else. It makes him dangerous to some, but perhaps essential to others." Before she could respond, Alexander rejoined them. "I see you've been getting acquainted." "Your fiancée is quite perceptive," Nakamura said. "You are fortunate, Kane-san."

It was pathetic, really, this little flicker of hope that kept nudging the edges of my chest. Hope that maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something better. Something real. Something like love. My whole life, I had been starved of tenderness. Starved of someone choosing me for more than what I could do or what I could offer. And even though Kai had been nothing but storms since the day I stepped foot into this pack, today he defended me. And earlier, he apologized. His voice had cracked. His eyes had softened. For the first time, I saw something in him that didn’t hurt.

“And heavier at the same time.” I let out a small laugh. “Is that even possible?” “With you?” she smiles. “Apparently.” I didn't say anything or answer her, there’s a pause, comfortable but thoughtful. “My brother has always been like that” she says suddenly. “Carrying things until they hollow him out.” I look up. “Like what?” I asked, curious “Responsibility, loyalty and guilt.” She shrugs. “He mistakes suffering for strength.” My fingers curl around my cup, the word loyalty makes me so mad