Ruthless Novels & Stories

she said, "I didn't see anything like that, not on the front page, anyway." Wednesday night, Ruth dreamt that she was some kind of feminist nut. She was stalking a guy who had been accused of date rape. Ruth, whoever she was in her dream, caught up with him in the shadows behind the field house. Ruth felt a thrill of satisfaction, as she struck, dropped him with a blow to the head. She used a bronze statue of Athena which "Ruth" had won as some sort of award. She examined it, in the dim light, to see if anything had broken or bent when she heard that THOCK, the sound of bronze meeting bone.

I was led to Ruthless and he reared his black head scarred with white in between his eyes and stopping at the flannel of his nostrils. He looked just as deadly as his owner. I beckoned to him to walk out of his abode but he just stood there glaring at me and Rage threw into fits of laughter. "He's Ruthless, vampire, you cannot control him. Only Lucifer can." Rage said and I ignored him. If Snowball who did not let anyone close to her, let me in, then who was Ruthless that I could not handle? I refused to give up on this arrogant stallion. I advanced to go nearer to him and he gnashed his teeth at

the woman in black bikini finally spoke. "Guys, relax. You don't need to be like this to Irryn. She's my stepsibling so, at least, respect her and stop saying nasty uncalled for opinions about her!" F rustrated, Ryle defended me. His tone is serious and annoyed, but he remained calm and casual. I really knew it. Ryle and Zack may have similarities in physical aspects and they even look a like, but the only difference is that Ryle is the exact opposite of his younger brother. Ryle is patient and compassionate, whereas Zack is harsh and ruthless.

A menacing laughter erupted from my lips as thoughts of what I would do to her ran down my head. I was certain that she felt I would fire her as a result of what happened the previous night. But I wouldn't. No matter what Lilith does to me or anyone, she will never be sacked. Rather, I would chip off her wings, feather by feather, until she was left with nothing to fly with. I would break her beyond repair. Only then would she submit to me as her Alpha. When I was done with her, I would dump her. She won't challenge me now or in her next life. She would understand why people referred to me as the Ruthless Alpha.

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.

“Domineering CEOs are not lunatics beyond the law. They can’t kill people just because they want to.” The hope in Ruth’s eyes vanished, and she said in disappointment. “Then you’re useless.” Abel was speechless. Although he had seen her unscrupulous side, he had not expected she would be even more so when drunk. Kill them? And he was useless because he could not kill them? “I’m still useful,” he told her. “How so?” “Aren’t you short on cash? I can teach you how to earn money.” “How?” Abel was struck speechless.

All that time they spent scheming, came down to this, and that six feet tall musclehead was just about to spoil things. Wilson grunted and swung a fist at Ruthless. He, along with the many other members of the Revolutionaries, had been taught to identify each and every noble and their henchmen at sight. It was then he discovered that Ruthless was the main man behind his woes. He hated this nobleman named Ruthless with passion. And so, when he saw him, rage and hatred clouded his thoughts (as always) and overwrote everything he had been taught. All he could think of was killing this bastard this se

And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.

I said, answering. "Define good." His voice was tight. "We've got a problem. A big one." "What kind of problem?" "The Victor Russo kind of problem." I straightened. Victor Russo was a corporate raider. He was some hot shit millionaire who circled bankrupt companies and tore them apart for profit. He was said to be ruthless, aggressive, and very, very good at what he did. He was never in my circles, though, and our paths never crossed. I knew he was staying away from me on purpose.

“You mean, I have to change my personality? To become… ruthless?” Ruthless. The word for some reason tasted sweet in my mouth. For months now, I tried everything possible to get over Damian's betrayal. Selene's pursuit of power, but the ugly scene kept on replaying over and over again. To ever get my revenge back, I must become ruthless, unpredictable to them. Elena nodded, clearly happy that I had made up my mind to take all that made me tears down. “Exactly. Ruthless, very precise, and cold hearted, but always carrying yourself with elegance. You’ll return stronge