Ruthless Novels & Stories

Kristen scoffed and sassily flung her hair backwards. "I'm one of the best here and everyone knows it. Besides, I'm the sexiest female here and I could be a nice distraction for the clients during the exchange". She said proudly. Most of the female mobsters scoffed loudly, and Daniel laughed. His expression suddenly turned serious and he walked over to Kristen, looking her dead in the eye. "The only thing you're the best at, is being a cum dump. Get all other ideas out of your thick empty skull". Daniel said, giving her one last hateful look before walking out.

Resolutely she ignored the inner voice which told her that this whole situation was ridiculous, that she had no more chance of tracking down Matheson than of flying to the moon. In her private and working life, Ruth refused to contemplate defeat. But the habit of self-control had become an obsession. In her career any sign of weakness was scented out by the bloodhound wannabes in the offices on the floor below hers. She’d had to be strong and ruthless to get ahead. But she denied, even to herself, that she had sacrificed something inherently female in doing so. Matheson had hit a nerve when he challenged her to abandon herself to her essential feminine energie

She said after the laughter. "I'm being serious, I am Santiago De León, I am the underground Mafia everybody is scared of, I am that ruthless man who kills anyone who crosses him." "No you are not Santiago De León, you are Robert, Robert is an illegal racer, that's all he is not a Mafia!" Ruth stated. She was in a state of denial, she didn't want to accept the truth which was in front of her. "Robert is fake, I use that to conceal my true identity, I don't want anyone to know who I am," he pushed himself forward to hold her hand but she pushed him away and left the bed.

Alan stood up at once. the only thing he was proud of in his life was his passion of being that top model that everybody wants and now when he saw his name in the second place, he clenched his fists in rage. The rage was so steamy that his nails tore down his flesh making his palm bleed out of his closed fist.

The boys sped the car into the forest and alighted they pushed Ruth out of the car. "Can you answer the questions we are asking you?" Did solo say? Ruth kept quiet, Solo slapped her she fell and cried in pain. "We are not here to east our time give us the cheque!" Solo said angrily. "Even if you beat me and take the cheque it's me who is supposed to cash out you will take it back to the boss and get the peanut pay I rather go to the bank cash it and we subdivide the Cash into two our boss is a billionaire he will not feel that he has lost anything the bosses are heartless you are fighting me and yet all of us are suffering we are being used as tools and later dumped," Ruth said.

She was stammering in her timid voice when he cut her off. "Think before rejecting me!" His voice was full of menace causing her to flinch back. The back of her eyes sting but she refused to cry. She will not be weak in front of this man. "Those guys think I would reject you, pretty stupid of them." He said plainly. 'You stupid, piece of a rotten potato.' She thought but didn't say it out loud. "T...they a...are not s...stupid," She stuttered. "I, A..Aurora Colt of M...moon pack re-"

Savaş hurt me… he hurt me badly so it's only fair that I hurt just as much, if not more. Game on, Dickhead!

He is so full of himself and arrogant. He is a good person Sav, I think he likes you a lot...I mean a lot. This is the first time he brought a date. We are really surprised! Sometimes, people are being carried away by his position, but as far as I know him and from my personal point of view, he is kind-hearted and a good man. There are talks about his ruthlessness, especially towards women, but I am not a witness to those. I have never seen him with a woman on his side, believe me! It's always talk and gossip by the media. Maybe, it was part of his image to have it that way. He was a widow for many many years and I did not hear a single name attached to him.

“The way he looks at me?” “Yes. I know. It’s how my husband looks at me, how Rafe looks at Marge,” she paused. “Max was right about her brother. He barely talks. And when he does, all he talks about is business. Do you know what they call him in the business world? They named him “The Ruthless Magnate”. And he sure to live up to his name. He seized property by property, whenever he gets the opportunity, building his empire of hotels. But everytime he looks at you, I see tenderness, gentleness, love. Something I have never seen before,” Beatrice gave her a smile and a gentle squiz in her hand. “Honey, whatever situation you are in, whatever set up you and my so

There was a coldness in his eyes that spoke to an intimate familiarity with violence. No, not cold. Ruthless. Raw and pure. This man was dangerous, but she couldn't deny the pull... She knew without question that he could be absolutely merciless, that he could dispense brutality just as skillfully as he had bliss. But there was a difference between being ruthless and cruel. There was no cruelty in him. She knew it as surely as she knew the intricate details of every weapon she’d created. She cried, tearing her eyes away before she lost the fight with herself and went to him. She peered at the golden devil next.