Romans & histoires Ruthless Protagonist

she said, sounding a bit scared. And she should be because she is damn right. Alexander Russo is someone, you don't want to be on the bad side of. The man is beyond ruthless, he tarnishes people, like an easy game. Power oozing from his personality. A reason he is called a wolf. I have seen that man, worked with him, he finishes his opponents even before they start playing and he finishes them bad enough to leave no hope of their rise. I won't be arrogant about my win against him. Because I very well know that I am just like this time.

It was a bloodbath, and I could barely keep my mouth from hanging open. This, this was the man I first met. Ruthless, cunning, powerful. And, oh so attractive. Every dismissal, every sharp word made my stomach churn. Butterflies? No, it was a zoo in there. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This was the guy they whispered about. Not the one holding tantrums because of his emotions, this one was beyond anyone I could have imagined. He was cruel, to the point that a few cried. Yes, but he was also on point. Every little thing made sense. It was like he was moving everything like chess pieces on a board he only knew the bird’s-eye view of.

“I’m telling you to be ruthless.” The word hung there. Ruthless. “Keep your distance,” she continued, “But fire on all cylinders.” For a moment, I saw her—the Natalie I’d known for years. Unforgiving. Quick. Heavy-handed with enemies. The kind of person who didn’t lose sleep over moral dilemmas like the rest of us. And God help me… maybe we needed that right now. Maybe it was time to stop playing defense and start crushing the board before Peter could reach for another piece.

His hand finds hers underwater. class="western" align="left"> His voice is quiet, certain as he pulls her closer, Enzo lifts his head, as if sensing the weight of what’s being decided. You’ll need to be ruthless. Not cruel-ruthless. There’s a difference, cruelty is noise. Ruthlessness is mathematics. When the time comes, I won’t interfere. But I need to know you’re prepared for what comes after. The retaliation. The tests that follow tests. She looks at him agreement on her face as she says I think that they will always do that I’m a woman and they will always see that as a weakness for some anyway… but others will see it in my eyes and manner. Your gonna see a different side to me one who i

A sudden blade-like object slit through his throat, detaching his head from his body along with killing the guys who were jovial about their Prince that are now no longer breathing. “Oh, their Audacity to think they could defeat the top five.” A seductive chuckle came. Ruth, Number 4, Wicked Seductress. The woman with an exquisite presence, a temptation incomparable, ready to blind anyone in her charm before killing ruthlessly unlike her name. “Gauche. How they believe ten is on par with one.” Rolling her eyes off, her nails grew back, showing the blade-like object was in fact her nails which grew into sharp needles used only as basic.

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 you like trash when he was done

My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes. I let go and backed away. The piece of glass that is now tainted with blood fell on the floor. "Look what you've done, Audrey! You're so slutty! You're just like your mommy-" "Shut up!" I spat angrily and turned to Rustov. "And you? Why did you interrupt? It's not my fault why you got hurt! That's your fault for taking that stupid girl's side! Why are you defending her? Your friend? Girlfriend? Because, you're both trash!"

Charlotte said and Aurora felt her heart thumping in her ears. "He's not a bad person, Aurora. He left no stone unturned to save the people who are being trafficked on a daily basis. He became the savior of helpless women. He may be a mafia. His enemies know him as the grim reaper because he is cruel to them but no one knows how good of a heart he has. He is just broken, he's drowned in the fire of vengeance." Charlotte sighed as her eyes saddened. Aurora dropped her gaze. Her mind stored this new information as her heart ached for him.

"That old punk is obsessed with a male heir. He blames you for your brother's death. If he knows that he has....." "Son of a bitch." I immediately regret the words that came out of my mouth. Even if he is about to ruin my life, I thought of his mother and his dark past. But this man has zero compassion. "In deed,I am. So don't mind me acting like one." "You are a complete loser." "Call me one,doc, after I had gone bankrupt. I found a way before that happens." "By ruining my life? If I said no,you will expose Cayden's son?"

she shouted, yanking the maid by her hair and slamming her against the wall. The girl cried out in pain. The chef remained rooted in the corner, wide-eyed and shocked by the violence. Aura shot her a venomous glare, and she immediately turned away, pretending to gather ingredients to prepare her breakfast. The maid stumbled away, sobbing quietly, while Aura sighed deeply. Strangely, hurting someone had eased her tension, even if just a little. A cruel smirk curved her lips. She would get herself cleaned up. She would get her life together. And then she would take everything from Isabella—piece by piece. Starting with Prince Karl.