Ruthless Protagonist Mga Nobela at Kwento

“And heavier at the same time.” I let out a small laugh. “Is that even possible?” “With you?” she smiles. “Apparently.” I didn't say anything or answer her, there’s a pause, comfortable but thoughtful. “My brother has always been like that” she says suddenly. “Carrying things until they hollow him out.” I look up. “Like what?” I asked, curious “Responsibility, loyalty and guilt.” She shrugs. “He mistakes suffering for strength.” My fingers curl around my cup, the word loyalty makes me so mad

“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.

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.

Two days later Grasis’s POV I am Grasis, a cruel and ruthless mafia man who just love to torture others. By torture other, I get pleasure so that I can forget my painful memories. I do not hurt any innocent but I love to torture sinful people. In this bloody adventure, I started drinking blood and rape the girls. I hated my mother so I hate every woman of this word until I met her. She was innocent, she was pure. I just want to keep her with me. I do not want to take her free. I torture her, I give her pain but all was because of love, my immense love.

To be sincere he hadn't treated her badly or do anything that scared her off maybe if she didn't do this everything would still be as it was good enough he still couldn't seem to realise that she was Valente Russo's wife. ' Am sorry. Your Marco Di Martino and I was afraid you are going to kill me ' "Why would I kill you? " He whispered and she looked down at the book , now she felt silly. She couldn't even talk and this was making her teary, it hurt that she had to lie in order to save her self. ' cause am a sharp shooter, more like an assassin but I mean no trouble. You helped me and gave me a place to live I don't plan on going against you '

I want to see my son, train him, and have become like me, his father. I thought about Don Vito. How would I convince him it's a trap? That La Routage has been rigged from top to bottom and was like leading the sheep to its slaughter? La Routage was one of the events Don Vito shows how much power and influence he possesses. It was a massive show-off for him. “A guy named Ruckus, is he one of yours?” Rivera interrupted. How does she know Ruckus? “Uhmm, yes but he was killed two nights ago.”

“I watch him on how he spread my legs. His still holding his manhood and positioned it in front of my wetness. My whole body is now burning with the desire of being laid by him. “Enter me please.” I said while giving him my most seductive look. “As you wish my wife.” And then he entered me. I was tightly pulled out of his head when I felt the taste of his entrance. His doing it smoothly and slowly. Those slow thrusts started to be rough and hard. His hitting my spot. He quickly thrusts deep and fast. Kneeling in front of me and brushing his hair while thrusting, this man looks so freaking hot.

He was handsome, she found. He looked like the perfect gentleman but Madison could testify first hand that there was nothing soft about him, he was really strong and he could fight, well he was an alpha after all. Madison chuckled slowly about the thoughts she was having, thinking she would not get the alpha king’ attention but she was mistaken because he looked up sharply, with narrowed eyes. “Pardon me my Lord, I would like to be excused. I am done eating.” Madison said instead to Alpha Caden and he took in her empty plate. She was truly done and they did not even have a decent conversation.

Mikhail threatened, breathing against her ear. Seeing he was distracted, she lowered her head down and bit into his flesh—hard. That made him lose concentration, and she slammed her fist into his jaw. “Mother fucking bitch…” Mikhail cursed out, staring down at the mark her teeth had left on him. He looked up to meet her pointing a knife to his chest. “Rule no 1: Never underestimate a woman.” Mikhail tsked and looked away. “I let you win. You think a minor punch from a woman is enough to rattle me?”

But the moment his eyes met Noah's eyes, all the tenderness and care left his own making him look like the predator he was… a fact I've come to forget due to how much I loved him, not that it would change a damn thing. He could commit massacres to people who deserved it and I'd walk beside him through a path of blood as long as it was just him and I. Noah put me down on the ground beside Savaş before he stepped away, putting his hands behind his back like a soldier but he is no soldier, he has no honor, he is a son of bitch. Other guards surrounded us, all of them had masks covering their faces while footsteps rang through the warehouse, announcing the arrival of someone and I felt it deep d