Romans & histoires Ruthless Protagonist

All I wanted was to build a life with Jane, not become a ruthless assassin. The following day, Ruth approached Jane, revealing that she had executed part one of their plan by eliminating all the guards from the Black Moon pack. Jane was euphoric, and it dawned on me that she and Ruth were cut from the same cloth—sick and twisted. When they questioned my lack of enthusiasm, I feigned fatigue, seeking solace in my bed. Ruth shot me a suspicious glance and asked Jane if I would betray them. Jane, oblivious to the truth, insisted that I wouldn’t, and Ruth warned that she was watching me.

It's time I bring out something on them. some will say I play dirty, but I disagree. I play nasty. My lips curl evilly, Kauris will cry after this. _____________ Killian The usual silence of my basement is now filled with the helpless cries of an innocent girl. She's paying for something she didn't do, it's unfair but newsflash is how things work in the real world. The people you associate yourself with are either your greatest treasures or your inevitable demise. "Please," she cries as Vector secures the chain around her wrist.

he says with a smile. “Of course, you are. I don't get why people think I am the ruthless, psychotic one. You clearly are the one they should be wary of.” “Me?! I am a darling.” “You are a deranged killing machine that wears a charming smile, hereby deceiving everyone that comes around you. It is your reputation that stains me.” “I am not the one who massacred his way through three scores of rogues nor am I the one who survived goddess knows how many attacks that finally led you to your mate.”

Dabbing his sweat off with the towel, Zale grits dangerously. “I am so going to make him regret it!”. After blocking Edward’s car from every direction, Zale grins in contentment seeing Edward walking towards his car giving up on escaping. Stepping out of his car, Zale stands in all his glory. “Get out of my way, Zale” Edward demands. “Now, now, so eager to run away from me, Edward?” he taunts. Edward thought he hid the escaping part well but then he overlooked the fact that he is going against Zale Austin Windsor, the ruthless and the most powerful man who rules the underworld mafia of New York controlling the in and outs on his fingertips.

“Men like Julian love control. And when they lose it, they burn everything.” “Maybe you should ask yourself why he’s losing control,” I say softly. Her expression hardens. “You are repeating our mother,” she says. The insult hits deeper than I expect. “She chased intensity,” Olivia continues. “Drama. Chaos and when it collapsed, she cried and called it fate.” “I am not her.” “No,” Olivia agrees. “You’re worse.” My chest tightens. “You pretend you’re innocent.” “I never said I was innocent.” “Then stop acting surprised when consequences arrive.”

“Ruthless.” Nathaniel never exaggerated, so I knew if he used that single word to describe her, that is exactly what she was. “She wins cases not by dismantling the opposing spouse, but by destroying them.” “How?” I asked. “Victoria Merlyn specializes in turning the courtroom into a character trial.” He stated factually. “While it is not a method I agree with, I must admit that it’s effective.” The server returned with my brewer tea. I thanked her quietly and waited until she left before speaking again.

“Smarter. Faster. More controlled.” He stepped closer again. “You’re missing one thing.” “What?” “Ruthlessness.” The word hung in the air like a blade. “You hesitate,” he said. “You hold back. You think too much about what’s right.” “And that’s wrong?” I challenged. “In this world?” he said quietly. “Yes.” My chest rose and fell heavily. “I’m not like you.” “No,” he agreed. “You’re better.” That caught me off guard. “But being better doesn’t mean being weak,” he added.

And just like that, that bastard fell. But I wasn't done. Not until he crawled. Not until he begged like I once did. Not until the name Kiyara was cleared-not in headlines, but in hearts. Because this wasn't revenge. This was his destruction. A ruthless destruction. At the end of the day, I became just like Viren. Cold. Ruthless. Calculating. A liar when needed. A man who made people disappear with a single signature. A man who could stare someone in the eye and still twist the knife behind their back.

I gasped out loud, bending my head all over, my vision blurry as his cock hit me hard He watched my face the whole time, his eyes dark and ruthless. It was almost as if he knew my plan, like he wanted to ruin me the same way I wanted to ruin him.

“And she is not backing down. Every motion they have filed has been strategic. Precise. They are bleeding you with delays.” I leaned back slowly, letting my gaze drift toward the ceiling where the fluorescent lights burned too bright, too clean, too indifferent. “So what do you suggest,” I said quietly, “that I hand her the knife and point where to cut.” The younger associate shifted in his seat, unable to fully meet my eyes. “Find stronger counsel. Someone ruthless. Someone who can fight her on her level.” A faint twitch pulled at my mouth, something that almost resembled humor but never quite made it there. “Ruthless,” I repeated. “That is what everyone says I am. It is strange how quickly