Ruthless Love Letter Novels & Stories

"This is my personal diary, Princess. You'll discover details about your mother's love life within its pages. I personally requested Nino to hand it to you on your twenty-first birthday. You need to know one thing, my baby girl! I love you so much, I love all my children. But I love the man of my life most. Your father was always a very good helping friend. Without him, I wouldn't have experienced the joys of motherhood. I hope when you close my diary. You'll understand that love is everything in my life, most importantly, you'll understand that your mother loves you. I trusted Nino enough to leave you and your brothers." Was she really going to abandon us? The letter slid off my fingers and

Thrust. "Mine to love." I had no idea if the words were in my native tongue or hers. It didn't matter. I felt her pulse clench around me, felt her body yield, felt her moans vibrate against my skin. Our grunts mixed in the dark. "I love you, Nia. I will always love you," I vowed in my ancient tongue. I didn't care about the Council or the pack laws. I cared only for this female. I rutted into her mindlessly, driving deeper.

Someone had been here recently. File cabinets lined one wall. A desk sat in the center. Papers covered its surface. I moved closer. The handwriting looked familiar. My mother's handwriting. "This can't be real," I whispered. I picked up the first paper. It was a letter. "Marcus, they know about the girl. We need to move her. The families are getting close." I grabbed another paper. "Project Ruthless is moving too fast. The genetic changes are stronger than we planned. She's showing signs early."

This night was supposed to be mine. My return. My victory. My moment. Instead, I watched Leo Devereaux stand at the top of the grand staircase, hand in hand with the woman who should never have been in my world, much less in his arms. Althea Moreau. She was still wearing department-store elegance like it was royal silk. Still looking up at him with that wide-eyed innocence that made me want to rip my champagne flute in two. Leo raised his glass. “To the woman who taught me what love truly is... who reminded me that strength isn’t in bloodlines, but compassion.” His eyes softened as he looked down at her. “To Althea.”

My hands found his neck, my fingers tangled in his hair, and I kissed him back like he was air and I had been drowning for years. When he finally broke the kiss, he whispered against my lips, “No matter how much kindness my brother shows you, Ruth, it won’t last......"

Hon, let me help you choose the bottoms that I would like you to wear today. Ari retorted. What? I can do that myself. Savannah responded. Ari grabbed her hands and proceeded to their bedroom. Ari, what are you doing? Savannah complained. Manang Gloria, Adam, Ben, Jessica, and Susan are all curious about what is happening. They just shrugged and looked the other way. They assumed that Ari knew what he was doing. Ari opened their bedroom door, closed it with his right foot, and then locked it. Savannah's shorts are unbuttoned and pulled down by Ari, including her underwear, and then he ravishes her with passionate kisses. Ari laid her down on their bed, removed his pants and underwear, and po

But know that everything I did, even the worst of it, was rooted in one flawed, desperate thing: love. Not the kind of love that’s loud or brave. But the kind that waits in the dark, always watching, always hoping you’ll come home. I may not have been a good mother. But I was always yours. And I always will be. Love, Elena The letter slipped from Vera’s fingers and floated silently to the floor. She didn’t move. Couldn’t. Her body had gone still, but inside her chest, a storm raged so violently it made her breath hitch. She stared blankly ahead, her vision tunneling, but the words still echoed in her ears like they’d been branded into her soul.

“Julius, my life. I'm dying without you. I don't know how you are or if my father still pressures you. Today was almost the day my father married me to a monster, but the monster proved to be more of a monster than he imagined, and I escaped. I know my father loves me, but it's not his love that I need. It's yours. I sound so ridiculous speaking this way, but there is no other truth that can come out of me. I love you. I miss you, seen you, your touch. I am yours and would rather die than stop being yours. I will behave as my father wants, but I will not stop trying to find a way to return to you. Please don't give up on me, because I will never give up on you. Not even death will separate u

Leon revealed all at once. “What did the letters contain?” Ava probed further. “It states that you've fallen in love with Alessandro, that you're here on your own freewill…it contained everything that has to do with being here and enjoying it here.” Ava’s face fell. “That's a lie! I hate it here. I hate him so much. I could never love him. I don't want Alexei believing any of that. He will hate me for sure. He hates the Italians. No…no…no, this cannot be happening.”

He couldn't help but tease her, she blushed as she nodded. "Maybe." She whispered, her cheeks red like an apple. His eyes slightly widened as he leaned closer. "You don't have to be my love, you're perfect." He ran his hands up and down her arms. Calming her down as she looked at him. She smiled, and he realized that she was an angle sent from heaven. Charlotte was too overwhelmed by her feelings. Pulling away from him, she slowly and nervously started pulling the straps of her bra down her arms. Her hands were sweating as she removed the bra and let it fall on the ground.