Ruthless Knight Novels & Stories

Alan stood up at once. the only thing he was proud of in his life was his passion of being that top model that everybody wants and now when he saw his name in the second place, he clenched his fists in rage. The rage was so steamy that his nails tore down his flesh making his palm bleed out of his closed fist.

Philip and Emmett paused again at the surname they heard, listening more closely. “Tsk. They killed my grandson! No one else could have done it but them!” “So you’re taking on revenge? It’s not proven they’re guilty, is it? Your grandson had a lot of grudges. He had many cases in Spain but escaped because of the Knights. The Knights are strong opponents, especially in business. They’re smart and you can’t outmaneuver them.” Robles burst out laughing. “I outsmarted them! I managed to blow up their mansion! Next, I’ll blow up the other companies of Scarlett Knight’s cousins!”

"Try and I'll come for Grendel's life as well." Ulva gasped. He pursued Knight, who knew exactly where Athena was. "My brother is evil. He could never understand all this. He wants to kill you! That’s why he’s conspiring with Athena! " Knight chuckled bitterly on the inside. He was right. He finds it funny that his intuition was right. But if that was true, what else could he do. Like what he said, he couldn’t escape his fate. The curse is meant to happen. But for now, he can't cope with what happened to Athena. Especially when he saw how scary it was in Meshka's hands, the wolf inside him almost wandered off.

he got interrupted when Alexander aggressively stood up. “Jerk, you don’t have to boast about it! You’re not that big to tear my…” Alexander stopped himself when Dylan smiled teasingly. With those proud eyes locking with his, he dared him to continue. “All right, please follow me, Young Master!” Ken pointed to the bed hidden behind a curtain. Alexander glared at Dylan before following the doctor. Even though they understood their feelings for each other, his pride still prevailed. He didn’t want anyone to know he was the bottom.

My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes. I let go and backed away. The piece of glass that is now tainted with blood fell on the floor. "Look what you've done, Audrey! You're so slutty! You're just like your mommy-" "Shut up!" I spat angrily and turned to Rustov. "And you? Why did you interrupt? It's not my fault why you got hurt! That's your fault for taking that stupid girl's side! Why are you defending her? Your friend? Girlfriend? Because, you're both trash!"

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.

“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

Mateo I gripped the ice-cold steel weapon in my hand in anger before cocking it. "Martha?" I called her and her head whipped up. "Remove her gag," I told Rafe and he nodded before complying. "Please, please don't kill me!" She begged and I frowned at her. "Martha, who exactly do you think you're dealing with here?" I calmly asked her with a light frown on my forehead. "Someone sent me here to kill your wife! I know exactly who you are because I did my homework," she stated so I harshly pressed my gun into her skull.

I want to see my son, train him, and have become like me, his father. I thought about Don Vito. How would I convince him it's a trap? That La Routage has been rigged from top to bottom and was like leading the sheep to its slaughter? La Routage was one of the events Don Vito shows how much power and influence he possesses. It was a massive show-off for him. “A guy named Ruckus, is he one of yours?” Rivera interrupted. How does she know Ruckus? “Uhmm, yes but he was killed two nights ago.”

"Desmond wants the world to view you as an unfit beggar, so we are going to blind them with undeniable power." "Power does not come from expensive silk and stolen jewels, Gideon," Maren argued while trying to ignore the heat radiating from his frame. She kept her gaze fixed on the mirror as he secured the pearls around her neck with unexpectedly gentle fingers. The contrast between his ruthless reputation and his careful touch sent a fresh wave of confusion through her veins.