Ruthless Love Letter Novels & Stories

Old staff. Hidden names. Too many people existed between escape and survival. Too many doors could open. Marcus spoke quietly. “We’ll handle it.” Seraphina remained still. “No.” He looked at her. “We’ll survive it.” Near midnight a black envelope arrived at Martha Greene’s apartment. No sender. No message. Only money. Enough to change a life. Enough to buy silence. Or truth. Her hands shook opening it. Beneath the cash sat one photograph. Hospital corridor. Six years old.

He had been paying attention to what happened after the incident as well, so he could not help but ask her about it. “Are you really going to let Caelus have that copyright?” Ruth was baffled for a few seconds before she realized that Abel was asking about Silent Love. She wiggled her eyebrows at him and just threw a question back at him. “What do you think?” Abel chuckled and grabbed her hand, which was on her knee. “I think that, considering how vengeful my wife is, she won’t let this slide so easily.” When Abel’s dry and warm palm touched the back of Ruth’s hand, she felt as if she had been shocked by electricity. The sensation spread through her body like crawling ants.

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

And I am not shy, not embarrassed or afraid to say that loud. This must be a quickie. Ryan or any other person will enter as Celia came here. The front door is not locked. And damn, I wanted more of her. After what I have seen and felt, I wanted to feel every inch of her. My body can’t be satisfied with a quickie. I rushed to remove her clothes with a piece of extra care added to it so that I won’t tear them. It is such a tedious work to do. Once we are naked, I slipped my hand between her legs- the one thing she liked the most. She moaned my name again and again, whimpered with my touch, lost in ecstasy. I buried myself into her as deep as I could. Her soft hands travelled on my body like t

Pleading. ‘Fuck, never again. Never.’ He breathed, his eyes closed to calm his nerves. When they opened again, he stared right into my eyes fiercely. ‘I love you, Juliette Lux. I don’t care if you don’t. But I love you… a fucking hell lot.’ I took his lips and drank the bliss. I love you too, Ralph Virtus. A fucking hell lot too. ***** I opened the door to my apartment and turned around to face that handsome, sexy as hell, bad-assed husband of mine, and blocked his path.

An entire store room of love letters! Gasper felt his vision go dark after he eyed the colorful love letters pilled in the room. How was he supposed to find a letter with no senders name on it among all of these? According to the information that Nuella had provided, the paper was pink and the letter was written in cursive. The opening line was supposed to be, 'You are the light in my life'. Gasper was in agony as he painstakingly sifted through mountains of love letters to look for the one that Hilda had written.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” She shudders as I slide my fingers back into her soaked pussy, pumping slowly while I continue licking and kissing her messy lips. “It’s embarrassing, Luke,” she whispers. “What is?” She lets out a strangled moan, trying to get the words out of her mouth while I still pump into her. “Go on,” I urge. “It’s Ruth,” she confesses breathlessly, voice breaking as I curl my fingers inside her. “What about her?” “She’s in love with you, and I helped her try to get back with you. Now I’m doing this with you behind her back. I feel horrible.”

He grunted, staggered, and for a fraction of a second, I thought I might have the upper hand. But he was relentless. Faster, stronger, smarter. He feinted again, catching my wrist and twisting. Pain exploded up my arm. I cried out, but I refused to let go of the letter opener. “You think love makes you strong?” he sneered. “It blinds you. It weakens you. And I will use it against you.” I gasped, every word fueling the fire inside me. “Love is everything,” I shot back. “And it will destroy you.”

Her hands pushed his chest. He was not having it. Elio smirked. “My love,” He cupped her cheeks aggressively. “Do not double your suffering. Listen and obey.” Such words from his mouth were no surprise. He was always such a monster. His cruelty was nothing new to her. All the incidents from last night made her realize that no matter what, The Ruthless will remain ruthless. “Me? Obey you?” She managed to rasp. Her eyes were filled with tears. She did not quite expect anything from him.

Elena looked at her. "You sent me the drawings," Ruth said. "In the letter from Spain. The Arles ones." She paused. "I've known you for a year. I've watched you draw. You draw things when they're interesting and you draw them a lot when they matter." She paused. "You sent me a drawing of him asleep at a table." "He wasn't asleep," Elena said. "He was" "Looking at something," Ruth said. "Yes. I know. But the quality of it. The care in it." She looked at the book in her lap. "You don't draw people that carefully unless you love them."