Novel & Cerita Ruthless Protagonist

Alan stood up at once. the only thing he was proud of in his life was his passion of being that top model that everybody wants and now when he saw his name in the second place, he clenched his fists in rage. The rage was so steamy that his nails tore down his flesh making his palm bleed out of his closed fist.

She didn't hesitate, she slowly walked down the staircase. She noticed he sat down on one of the dining chairs, taking the fork stuffed with what looked like grilled chicken to his lips. He took a bite and slowly ate it, as if taking pity on the animal that had been killed to prepare the meal. Such an hypocrite! She despised this maniac. She hated him with every bone in her, everything that makes her a human being. Sofia wasn't the type to hate, no matter what you did to her, but Alessandro had pushed her to hate him. He was cruel, callous, unkind, menacing and audaciously wicked, not caring who he hurt as long as he got his way. The way he had tortured her grandmother, he was truly heartles

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

He smiled, I smiled, and the ports kept moving. Then the new guy came in—clean, untouchable, and obsessed with making a name for himself. He couldn’t be bought, which made him a problem. Inspectors were suddenly everywhere. Zoning laws became roadblocks. Marian Zanetti is former prosecutor with a hard-on for justice and a spine that wouldn’t bend. He wasn’t taking the money, which meant he needed to be handled differently. I pressed the intercom. Andrew appeared a minute later, looking like he’d been dragged through hell and back. He was holding his coffee like it was keeping him alive.

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.

They even went so far as to officially leave a comment that included the time at which they finished reading the novel. The final comment read, "Goodbye, Violet. You're the female protagonist slash evil female side character that I've enjoyed the most this year." I laughed at that. What made someone a female protagonist versus an evil female side character? Did one have to be weak and kind while the other cruel and hellbent on fighting over a man? Only someone who wasn't fulfilled in their own way would be that desperate for love. It was true that I wasn't a kind, innocent woman. I was driven by profit and greed. Sometimes, I even resorted to somewhat unscrupulous methods to get what I wante

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.

Elias concluded, adopting a weary, defeated posture designed to invite his counsel and trust. Julian listened intently, his fingers tracing the rim of his wine glass. When she finished, his expression was unexpectedly profound. “Ruthless precision,” he murmured, not as a critique, but as a diagnosis. “That is your method. You handle nuisance with overwhelming, surgical force. It’s what I admire about you, Elias. You don’t negotiate with bad faith actors; you obliterate their foundation.” The praise was a dangerous fuel. It inflated the ego of the Elias Vance persona while simultaneously twisting the conscience of the Proxy beneath. He was admiring her because of the very brutality she was pr

Ruthless. And it didn’t care which girl won. It only wanted a body.

“We dismantle every piece of leverage he’s built. The cops he paid off. The brokers still funneling money into his accounts. The women he’s blackmailing to keep silent. We bring it all into the light.” I leaned back on my palms. “We’re starting a fire.” “No,” he said, walking over to me, gripping my chin in his fingers. “We are the fire.” God, I loved him when he got like this. Ruthless. Unapologetic. Mine. “I’m with you,” I said, breath steady even as my heart climbed into my throat. “But I’m doing this my way.” His brows lifted, amused. “You planning to put on another sundress and talk him to death?”