Ruthless Novels & Stories

His voice was oddly calm and remote, and some bitterness left behind the memories of that horrid night. “Let go!” I yelled my hands coming forward to slam on his chest as with force I fight him. Alexei Volkov was an undeniable embodiment of untamed power, possessing a relentless ruthlessness rendered him immune to defeat. He possessed an unwavering determination to claim whatever he desired, employing any means necessary. In an instant, his free hand reached towards me, enveloping my exposed shoulder with a swift and forceful motion.

"That old punk is obsessed with a male heir. He blames you for your brother's death. If he knows that he has....." "Son of a bitch." I immediately regret the words that came out of my mouth. Even if he is about to ruin my life, I thought of his mother and his dark past. But this man has zero compassion. "In deed,I am. So don't mind me acting like one." "You are a complete loser." "Call me one,doc, after I had gone bankrupt. I found a way before that happens." "By ruining my life? If I said no,you will expose Cayden's son?"

A sudden blade-like object slit through his throat, detaching his head from his body along with killing the guys who were jovial about their Prince that are now no longer breathing. “Oh, their Audacity to think they could defeat the top five.” A seductive chuckle came. Ruth, Number 4, Wicked Seductress. The woman with an exquisite presence, a temptation incomparable, ready to blind anyone in her charm before killing ruthlessly unlike her name. “Gauche. How they believe ten is on par with one.” Rolling her eyes off, her nails grew back, showing the blade-like object was in fact her nails which grew into sharp needles used only as basic.

"What are we doing?" Ruth's mother stepped out of her room and kicked at Ruth. "You little skank! Where is your conscience? How dare you step over our sister to get into the elite community? Huh? How could you be this cheap? Do you really want to really be a part of the elite society that badly? Do you want to take your sister's resources from her that badly? Aren't you sisters? How could you be this cheap? How shameless!"

Dominic’s POV People call me ruthless. They say it like an insult, but to me it’s survival. Ruthless means no hesitation, no weakness, no room for someone to get close enough to destroy or hurt. It means control, absolute control, over every piece of my world. I don’t bend. I don’t yield. And I damn well never lose. That’s what they see of me. That’s what I’ve built. But what no one knows, what I never allow anyone to see even a glimpse, is that under all the steel, under the sharp edges and discipline, there is something else. A wound. A hunger. And it terrifies me more than anything else in this world.

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“Men like Julian love control. And when they lose it, they burn everything.” “Maybe you should ask yourself why he’s losing control,” I say softly. Her expression hardens. “You are repeating our mother,” she says. The insult hits deeper than I expect. “She chased intensity,” Olivia continues. “Drama. Chaos and when it collapsed, she cried and called it fate.” “I am not her.” “No,” Olivia agrees. “You’re worse.” My chest tightens. “You pretend you’re innocent.” “I never said I was innocent.” “Then stop acting surprised when consequences arrive.”

His jealousy of her brilliance was a strange, intoxicating thing, he wanted the world to fear her, but he hated that her mind was a territory he couldn't fully map. "You’re a natural, Cali. It’s in your blood. The Santoro ruthlessness. It just took a little... cultivation." "Don't take credit for my spite," Cali whispered, her voice dropping into a lethal, grumpy register. "You didn't cultivate me. You backed me into a corner until the only thing left to do was bite." She shoved him back, finally sliding off the table. She smoothed out the lapels of her midnight-black suit, looking every bit the cold-blooded executive. She picked up the pearl derringer and tuc