Ruthless Novels & Stories

“I respect you. But don’t think a slap will scare me. I’ve earned my place here. You're just the way they define you,shameless,stupidly arrogant, and a thief.” “Bold. I like that. But bold doesn’t mean you can survive here. Not in my arena. Remember that.” Ruth’s smirk deepened,but her eyes carried another expression,disgrace. The whispers, the camera flashes, the murmurs—they all melted into nothing for Ruth. Nothing mattered except the challenge she had put before Liana. “Now,” Ruth continued, voice sharp, “prove you belong. Or step aside.” The door opened and the manager and producer stepped in,voice cutting through the tension.

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.

“Even if you don’t like me, Jason, I’ll still try to be a good stepmother to you. I need you to understand that.” The words were smooth on my tongue, calm on the outside, but I knew they’d annoy him. And I was right. "Wow!" His laugh was full of bitterness. “You’re an insane woman, do you know that? You walk into this house, rip it apart and now you’re playing at being kind? Do you think anyone here buys that act? You’re delusional if you think I'll fall for that gimmick.” I kept my face even, though my pulse thudded at my throat. “I’m not here to fight you.”

I can't believe they're fighting me for this. I bumped into someone I didn't want to see once I got out. It was that bitch Ruth and she looked like she was about to die. I hated that I saw her right after the insult she made me receive. "You... How dare you show up before me?" I asked her. "I didn't. I was just passing by!" She protested and that got me angry. I pulled her by the neck, choking her out of anger. I could feel my blood rising and my wolf protested for me to stop, yet I didn't.

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.

The ruthless Alpha King? ...

THIRD PERSON P.O.V- Both of them were enjoying the view in front of them sitting on the rock ,ella is mesmerized by the beauty of nature but the case is different for Aaron .the man is feared by everyone in new york 'most ruthless,Stone-hearted, merciless for the outside world. He doesn't spare anyone coming in his way , disrespect is something no-one even thought about but the girl sitting in front of him didn't hesitate once to show her hatred towards him .

Tired of listening that how many people are there whom he hurt. Slap. Aiden slapped his father. Jonathan came back to reality. Aiden slapped his father. Innocent Aiden slapped his father. "You.... You..... you it's always just you. Just how selfish are you. How can you do this to your own daughter. Was i not enough to be the one who was marked by you? Why her. How can you rape her? She is disable father. Why? Didn't Mom's voice stop you? You loved her right? Didn't her voice pull you back? You named her Venessa, because you miss Mom. You can't forget her even after being with another woman and still you raped..."

“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.”