Ruthless Novels & Stories

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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

Naomi said tauntingly. “Stop blackmailing me!” Ruth's hand met naomi's face in a very resounding slap. Her five fingerprints showed boldly on her face. She didn't flinch,rather she kept on moving towards ruth. “Perfect…that reaction. That's the reaction I want,panic,be restless,try to defend yourself but in the end Ruth, you're still mine to toy with”

I roared, the raw fury finally obliterating my desperate, fragile hope. I closed the distance between us before he could blink. My hand wrapped around his throat, the partial shift tearing through my skin as thick black claws dug into his collar, slamming his heavy frame backward against the central oak table. The maps crumpled beneath his weight, markers scattering across the floor like hollow bones.

Anaaya gazed at Zaviyaar with surprise face after feeling her dupatta around herself. "You are right. I'm very ruthless. This world made me like that. And for the one, who you are fighting against me, is a black wolf hiding behind white sheet. He is the man who doesn't know ruined the lives of so many people. If I get an opportunity, I will give him more painful death than before." He was staring into the eyes of Anaaya while his hand travelled slightly down to her neck. Feeling the touch of his fingers on her neck, she badly jerked his hand.

“Ruthless.” Nathaniel never exaggerated, so I knew if he used that single word to describe her, that is exactly what she was. “She wins cases not by dismantling the opposing spouse, but by destroying them.” “How?” I asked. “Victoria Merlyn specializes in turning the courtroom into a character trial.” He stated factually. “While it is not a method I agree with, I must admit that it’s effective.” The server returned with my brewer tea. I thanked her quietly and waited until she left before speaking again.

“It’s time to stop playing nice.” “Good,” Ruthie affirmed, rising from the couch, her movements purposeful. “Because Sarah doesn’t belong beside Andrew. You’re the only one who truly fits into that world. So go take it back. No matter what it takes.” Lena leaned back against the couch, her mind racing—not with despair, but with the thrill of potential strategies swirling around like an intoxicating dance. The sting of her arm faded into insignificance. The fire now blazing in her chest fueled her thoughts, igniting an insatiable hunger for revenge.

“Make him remember everything he did. Make him doubt every step he takes. Make the world close in until he can’t breathe.” I liked the shape of that. Ruthless, surgical. I leaned forward. “We start small. Sanity frays from the edges before it snaps. We push.”

“You bitch should not live!” Ruth, a girl in her seventeen with beautiful reddish curly hair, kicked a white haired girl who was now huddled under a big tree. She covered her head with both hands and winced, but tried not to make a sound. Ruth grabbed the girl's hair. Lynexia's head jerked upwards as she gritted her teeth in pain. Her hair looked like it was going to fall off her head, but Ruth didn't care. Even though she is two years younger than Lynexia, she takes advantage of her position as the mate of Lynexia's younger brother. The entire pack despise Lynexia so much, including her parents and younger brother.