Ruthless Novels & Stories

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 smirked with pride, as my fear slowly died down. "A slut?" Dennis picked that very word, giving me a suspicious glare. "What makes you think I came here to have fun with a whore?" He questioned, another annoying grin appearing across his face. His expression felt weird, almost as if he were trying to fish out something from me. But I wasn't going to let him find out about my trickery nor was I going to give him a hint of anything.

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.

“The next time any of you feel shaken by outside noise, remember this day. Remember what leadership actually looks like. And understand this—my silence has always been mercy.” "But, I see some persons don't appreciate my silence, I see that they don't want mercy. Do not push me, for you'll live to regret it." Mr. Trent shrank into his chair, sweat dripping down the back of his neck. Adrian looked around once more. "We're done here.” He turned and walked out, leaving nothing but stunned silence and a shattered enemy plan in his wake. The ruthless billionaire was back—and this time, he wasn’t playing nice.

The next morning, I had woken up to an empty bed, I had slept too much to even realize that he had left. I rushed downstairs, Rachel sat on the couch, watching Television, that was rather awkward, she hardly ever sits to watch anything and here she was so early in the morning face first to the TV. “What’s going on?” I asked, raising a brow at her. “What do you mean?” She asked back “I’m watching TV” she added almost angrily. “You never watch TV” I pointed out. “I might as well start…stocks in the company have started plummeting and my friends no longer want to hang out with me” she said, acting like a child whose friends abandoned her.

"Send scouts to monitor their movements closely. We'll strike when they're most vulnerable." Ryan nodded and left to relay my orders. Alone in my tent, I allowed myself a moment to process the day's events. The victory was ours, but the war was far from over. Adrian was a formidable opponent, and I knew he wouldn't take this defeat lightly. The moonlight cast shadows on the walls of my chamber, and I felt a pang of nostalgia. This battle had reminded me of my early days as Alpha, when every decision felt like a test of my leadership. But those days were long gone. I was no longer the untested leader struggling to prove himself. I was Magnus, the Ruthless Alpha

He looked at her, curious as to what she had to say. "I have something to tell you," Alma remarked as she moved closer to him. Virgin nodded and motioned for her to come along. Alma followed him into his office. "What is it?" Virgil asked as he sat in his chair. "Your strategy for defeating Blaze is remarkable. But don't underestimate him. Remember that he is known as the ruthless alpha. He has no mercy when it comes to executing his foes." Virgil smirked, his fingers intertwined. "This ruthless alpha will be defeated and killed this time."

Alex's POV I walked into my organization with a smile and everyone scurried to their seats. James walked towards me with a grin on his face. "So are you ready to lose your company?" He asked. I looked at him before looking outside. "I don't think you should talking to me early in the morning." I answered He chuckled. "You're still arrogant." "I can't stop being arrogant, I'll fight to the end." "Death is the end," he reminded with a smirk. "Be ready to pay the price just like Lisa because you'll be the next person walking out of this organization."

You were nothing more than a fragile whisper he could crush between his fingers without a flicker of emotion. His reputation preceded him cold-blooded, cunning, and merciless. His heart was harder than steel, darker than the shadow that followed him. He cared for no one not his allies, not his enemies, not even himself. Cross him once, and you earned yourself a one-way ticket six feet under. Riven never hesitated. He didn't think twice before pulling a trigger or giving an order that would erase an entire name from existence. Consequences were meaningless to him ,satisfaction was his only compass.

“Now, see here, this is my office! You break in here, you make threats—” “I’m not making a threat,” I interrupted, my voice dropping even lower. “I’m stating a fact. You tried to hurt what’s mine. I don’t take that lying down. I’m going to make sure every business deal you have, every backroom handshake, every dirty dollar… it all goes up in smoke. I’m going to dismantle your life piece by piece until there’s nothing left but the memory of your mistake.” The color drained from his face. He knew my reputation. He’d heard the stories. Ruthless. Unforgiving. A man who built empires and broke those who threatened them. “You… you can’t do that.”