Ruthless Novels & Stories

Isabella moved first. The struggle was quick, brutal in its efficiency rather than gore. Aura lunged, the vial flashing. Isabella knocked the hand aside, the vial skittering and shattering against the hearth. The sound seemed to make time tilt. Aura advanced with a cry, fingers reaching for Isabella’s throat. Isabella fought like a mother possessed. She struck, shoved, used the bookend to batter open space between them. In the scuffle, Aura slipped on the spilled preserves and went down hard. The bookend clanged. For an instant, neither moved.

Losing my mother to the wasting sickness was incredibly hard on my soul, but somehow, even that deep grief paled next to these roaring feelings for this one male. Leaning my forehead against the cool glass of the window, I closed my eyes tight and forced my brain to focus entirely on the heavy purr of the engine rather than the painful voices from my past. I didn't want to hear them tonight; I didn't want to remember. But my soul knew if I forgot his cruelty, I would easily let his alpha charm do it to me all over again. That was exactly who Kairo Adeyemi was—cruel, dominant, and ruthless. He took whatever his wolf wanted from the valley, and then he discarded

The servant nodded frantically, “I don’t care about the children or their parents, I don’t care what happens to any of them. I only care about my victory and that's final. Ruth swallowed hard but didn’t argue further because she knew her place. As she turned to leave, I called after her, “And Ruth? Make sure it’s from a strong one this time. I want the blood rich.” Immediately the door shut behind her I walked to the window slowly sipping my wine, “My goal…” I took a slow breath. “…is to destroy this pack the same way they destroyed my mother.”

“Elena.” The name felt sharp and deliberate. “Corporate intelligence,” he continued. “Works for people who profit from leverage.” “People like you,” Ruth said bitterly. His eyes flicked to hers. “People who think like me.” “So I was currency,” she said. “A negotiation tool.” “You were leveraged,” he corrected. The honesty hurt more than a lie would have. “You knew this was a possibility,” she said . “Yes.” “And you still let me stay near you.” “I misjudged how fast they’d move.”

She nodded once, but her expression changed, the humor draining away. “Wow,” she replied, her tone losing its playful edge. “So it’s about you. Just you. Have you actually stopped to think about what she wants, or are we skipping that part entirely? You want her to keep working for you nonstop without breathing, without living, without taking a break? Come on, Nat, that’s ruthless, even for you.” The word ruthless hit harder than she expected it to. Nathan’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, but she saw it. She saw the flicker in his eyes, the irritation laced with something dangerously close to guilt.

Every venom of hatred she had for me echoed in her voice, laced beneath her words. ''Useless, ungrateful orphan.'' She spat on me. ''You think you have dreams? You think you have a future? You have nothing. You never had anything. You came into this house with nothing and you will leave with nothing. Go and do what you do best, be a slave to whichever man will take you.'' She stepped back. Natalie glanced at us and focused on her phone again.

Ruthless. And it didn’t care which girl won. It only wanted a body.

She asked bitterly, because that was the reality they were facing. "That kind of death is too easy for you. I still want you to face the hell that has not yet fully burned." Irony within irony. Svanna's suddenly blank eyes stared straight over Nightroe's shoulder as the man bent down to fondle her. The cruel creature had just admitted that his vile behavior so far was nothing. There was still a much more painful part, and Svanna felt... she would never be able to face the terrible events that Nightroe would offer in the future.