Ruthless Knight Novels & Stories

All that time they spent scheming, came down to this, and that six feet tall musclehead was just about to spoil things. Wilson grunted and swung a fist at Ruthless. He, along with the many other members of the Revolutionaries, had been taught to identify each and every noble and their henchmen at sight. It was then he discovered that Ruthless was the main man behind his woes. He hated this nobleman named Ruthless with passion. And so, when he saw him, rage and hatred clouded his thoughts (as always) and overwrote everything he had been taught. All he could think of was killing this bastard this second and so he could not hold back.

Ruth said with a smile, “I’m not sleepy! I’m young! I can’t afford to not sleep once in a while. Also, those people from the Lovehart family are not good people. They colluded with the apprentices of the Rivas family and have an ambiguous relationship with the royal family of Endore. Now that we have the advantage, we must catch them off guard—” As Ruth spoke, Lily nodded in agreement. Abel glanced over coldly and his voice deepened by a few octaves, interrupting Ruth’s rambling. “Go to sleep.” The two cousins went back to their rooms in embarrassment. Although Ruth said that she would not die if she slept a few hours less, when Ruth returned to the bedroom, she fell into a deep sleep the mo

I fired at him. He smiled at me. "I only work for the princess. My only job here is to protect her and keep her safe. As for my involvement with them, only the King can answer that." "This is why I asked you to follow him and trust him, but you all are so stubborn. I thought you were smart, but you’re just annoying and nothing more!" Ruth insulted. It started to make sense to me at that moment. Was she trying to ask us to trust him because she knew he wasn’t going to hurt us? How could she have gotten something like that just by looking at people? The way she trusts people easily is alarming.

Voss International Bank was the white glove that handled the Knights' shadiest capital flows. Moving against these two houses was the equivalent of cutting off the old man’s left and right arms. Alexander wasn't just poking the nest. He was burning the entire forest down. Ruthless. Truly ruthless. And this was just the appetizer. Alexander had stayed in the shadows of the Knight Group for twelve years, waiting for this exact moment. Draw the snakes out, then deliver the killing blow. I could almost imagine Gerald Knight at the old mansion right now, absolutely livid.

His voice drops. "You think that slap was cute? A little power move? You think you're special for daring to slap me? You need to be fucking punished for that. You're going to get on your knees and put that smart mouth to a better use. Here. Right now. And maybe, just maybe, if you're very, very good, I'll overlook the fact that you just lost your goddamn mind and signed your own death warrant. No one hits River Knight and gets away with it. Fucking no one." My pulse is hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat.

He was never meant to get attached to these assassins cause he is aware of the risk involved. " Can we move on now? " Several heads nodded. Percy clicked on his screen and the five assassins' images were displayed on the screen. The first was King, followed by Lioness, then Lightning, Tigress, and then Ruthless. Ruthless was a young assassin just like Lightning but he had recruited him earlier at the age of eighteen. The guy was already a seasoned assassin by the time he hit the age.

Every venom of hatred she had for me echoed in her voice, laced beneath her words. ''Useless, ungrateful orphan.'' She spat on me. ''You think you have dreams? You think you have a future? You have nothing. You never had anything. You came into this house with nothing and you will leave with nothing. Go and do what you do best, be a slave to whichever man will take you.'' She stepped back. Natalie glanced at us and focused on her phone again.

they murmured. Carl ignored them as his lips curved into a smirk. Such fools. They easily believed his lie and concluded that he was ugly. "King Ryker, who would have thought a man with a disability would become one of the most powerful kings in mercury? Such a pity, I had expected you to be handsome. I even suspected you, thinking you were hiding your face because you didn't want to expose your identity, turns out it's because you were ugly," King Luther said at the top of his voice while laughing crazily.

"If you harbor a desperate desire to engage in mutual romantic courtship, I suggest you refrain from executing it in the absolute center of a public transit pathway!" His eyes systematically swept across the space separating our frames, delivering a profoundly cynical, judgmental glare that encompassed both myself and Roy. He executed a swift, mechanical adjustment to the lapels of his suit jacket before callously sweeping past my position without offering a secondary glance. My fingers automatically compressed into tight, white-knuckled fists at my sides, my internal grid burning with a surge of unadulterated resentment. How could a masculine entity possess the terrifying emotional capacity

Jules not only flew him but also managed his airline on his behalf. “Here comes the wife snatcher,” Jules said, opening his arms for a hug. Prince Karl scoffed and embraced him. “Why would I steal her? I was simply saving her from humiliation,” he grumbled. “Though I am beginning to regret it.” “So, since when did you become the knight in shining armor that saves the damsel in distress? Last I checked, you disliked her, or were you pretending all this while?” “I still hate her, but I hate my brother more.”