Ruthless Novels & Stories

Still they didn’t lose hope and stood strong building their connections but Ralph would strike them whenever they thought they are going to prosper. No matter how many times Ralph attacked them, they withstood his wrath and rebuild their business again and again but there is a limit to everything. However there are no bounds to Ralph’s vengeance. It would be better if he just killed all of them at once but no, he chose the most cruel way to destroy them. It’s like killing a person slowly by inducing poison drop by drop and watch them suffer before slitting their throat. How sadistic?

Raising her teary face she looked up at Valente whose smirk started vanishing away. "What the hell ?" He roared trying to move towards her and beat this stupidity out of her but she shook her head making him freeze. "You want me Valente then let them go " she whispered and he stared at her before busting in to laughter. "You think you can black mail with that " he spoke up and she smirked. "Your forgetting something Valente without me your worthless like a half eaten peace of bread in a garbage can. Your nothing but trash dear husband, isn't that the reason why you never killed me? " she spoke up with itching bitterness on her tongue.

He is a part of the Russian Bratva, known for their brutality and lack of mercy. The depth of his ruthlessness becomes clear. “You used me, you despicable bastard!” I scream, gripping the bars tightly. “I’m nothing more than a pawn in your sick game. You’re willing to risk everything for power?” The comprehension of his true intentions fills me with disgust.

The king's reputation precedes him, for he is known to be a merciless ruler who spares not even those of high birth. The fallen vampire received a brutal blow to the face as the king mercilessly stomped on him. With each powerful thump, the creature's body began to resemble a freshly baked loaf of bread, while its once-rounded head now appeared strikingly flattened. As the deed was done, the king remained steadfast, his gaze unflinching. The task was easily achieved.

But Evelyn only grew louder, her composure slipping into something raw, wild. “I am power!” she screamed. “I am the reason this country worships the Caldwell name! Every single one of you—” her gaze swept the room “—feeds off the scraps of my table. You want to erase me? You can’t. I am untouchable.” Richard, frail in his wheelchair, raised his head. His voice rasped, but it carried: “No, Evelyn. You’re already finished.” The room went silent. She spun on him, eyes blazing with hatred. “You worthless shell! You’d dare betray me after everything I gave you?”

'Life is a lone wolf, scratching out a living with teeth and claws and a heart of stone.' 🌹🌹 Athena and Vala (Part 2) 🌹🌹 Ignoring her thoughts and focusing on Ruthless. "Deal?" "Solve the puzzle first." Ruthless said, crossing his arms across his chest as he waited. "Go on." His cold voice prompted Vala to face the rocks. She made to move forward when a slight breeze blew and a beautiful lady appeared in front of her, pushing her back.

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.”

I cursed my own existence within the silent theater of my mind. A sharp wave of internal guilt began to compromise my system over the reality that my compliance had indirectly caused Roy to be branded with the reputation of a reckless playboy within the social register. Common sense dictated that I should have refrained from offering immediate, unyielding belief to Dita’s verbal testimonies. Had I withheld my rapid, scorched-earth evacuation and granted his position a structured negotiation, the probability was immense that Roy would have never redirected the volatility of his frustration into sleeping with a vast multitude of random women.

He took the last piece of me. How cruel can the world get?