Ruthless Protagonist Novels & Stories

She wasn't like the others. She didn't fawn over me, didn't beg for my attention. No, she fought me at every turn, challenged me, made me work for every reaction, every gasp, every moan that slipped from her lips. And fuck, I loved it. Her defiance was intoxicating. It made me want to break her just to see her come undone beneath me. What the hell was wrong with me? I was Cassius DiMarco. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. The only Mafia Lord everybody fear just from the name. Yet, here I was, losing my mind over a woman who I was supposed to throw out, ignore but I did nothing but crave her.

Alpha Kai Rage is a living thing. It coils in my chest, hot and suffocating, crawling beneath my skin like fire ants with teeth. Every breath I take tastes like ash and humiliation. Every step echoes with the knowledge that I was played outmaneuvered by my own right hand, betrayed under my own roof, weakened in the eyes of my pack. Jackson and Aliya.

By the age of thirteen, I had learned the names of all the great families and how to kill them best. He turned me ruthless. He turned me deadly. He turned me unstoppable. And yet, somehow, I was standing opposite Rocco De Luca—the most ruthless man in the underworld—and he was staring at me as if I were a puzzle he wished to disassemble. The air was filled with the scent of sweat, blood, and whiskey. Underground fight clubs existed—raw, unfiltered, and brutal. The warehouse, dimly lit, was full of it. The horde of men roared as fists landed against flesh, as bones cracked under sadistic force.

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 tucked it back into her blazer with

He were a being in danger all the time, to be ruthless is number two but what comes first is trusting his instinct, because as he define himself, when he choose this path he become an animal inside out, only survival what it matter , anything else is only to take off some stress for fearing to slip up or crack his spirit under stress. Therefore, it can be OK to feel some shills in somebody else spine, but not him, maybe he is one of those who believe in supernatural in a way or another mixed with instinctual animal feeling, but that what he is and always be, a guy that love to kill the wrong guy first until he kills the right one when he doesn’t know who the one betrayed him than looking a

Are you trying to say that you want to eliminate the king?" Eve asked in a low voice. Even though she has torture a lot of people, killing the king will be a very difficult task and the fact that she hasn't even killed anyone before. "You heard me right Eve. He embarrassed me today right in front of everyone, and this is not the first time of him doing that. I'm the one who made him what he is today, and this is what I get." Mr Travis said, gritting his teeth in anger.

“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 don't work for love bro, I work for money, just stay out of James lane, he might ask me to kill you and I won't hesitate to do so." My heart raced and I punched him in his jaw and he screamed in pain. I flipped him and put him in a tight headlock. He tried to grab me from behind and succeeded in kicking him in his knees. He grabbed my head snapping it to the wall, I fell down in pain and rolled to the other side. "You're an asshole." I punched him in the face and he fell down. He pushed me and grabbed my neck swinging me on the table with a thud, I felt my heart beat stop as I was badly injured.

Age: 48 Nationality: American (born Texas) Profession: CEO of Iswell Mining Corporation Competitor to Martins in gold mining Ruthless, willing to bend/break rules Personality Traits: Competitive to the point of obsession Afraid of irrelevance Willing to hurt people to win Manipulative through money Role in Story: Orchestrates the plan to seduce Martins through Angela Represents Martins' business rival Eventually loses the bidding deal and faces legal consequences Shows what Martins could become if he didn't have people he loves to ground him SUMMARY Martins: Isn't a tortured hero. He's a man who built an empire by being ruthless and now struggles to be human. He doesn't have a traumatic back

Dominic’s POV People call me ruthless. They say it like an insult, but to me it’s survival. Ruthless means no hesitation, no weakness, no room for someone to get close enough to destroy or hurt. It means control, absolute control, over every piece of my world. I don’t bend. I don’t yield. And I damn well never lose. That’s what they see of me. That’s what I’ve built. But what no one knows, what I never allow anyone to see even a glimpse, is that under all the steel, under the sharp edges and discipline, there is something else. A wound. A hunger. And it terrifies me more than anything else in this world.