Ruthless Protagonist Novels & Stories

the woman in black bikini finally spoke. "Guys, relax. You don't need to be like this to Irryn. She's my stepsibling so, at least, respect her and stop saying nasty uncalled for opinions about her!" F rustrated, Ryle defended me. His tone is serious and annoyed, but he remained calm and casual. I really knew it. Ryle and Zack may have similarities in physical aspects and they even look a like, but the only difference is that Ryle is the exact opposite of his younger brother. Ryle is patient and compassionate, whereas Zack is harsh and ruthless.

Her straight from the soul cry touched his heart, it was indeed a fucking difficult task to carry on with his plan, but he would not budge, she would have to comply. “The conditions have not changed, Isabella! Sign this and we’ll get straight to the hospital.” He reiterated the terms. “No! How can you be like this, how can you be so cruel?” Her eyes were shadowed by a feeling of some sort of disgrace that made anger build up inside him. “That’s precisely what you don’t understand, I’m not cruel. It’s just fair that I protect what is mine.” She had no knowledge of his family history, their struggling, their suffering, she knew nothing to bluntly call him ‘cruel’.

A pathetic, emotional wreck. That man was long gone, after years of living on the edge. In his place was someone he respected better but didn't always like. A man whose future and focus were as steadfast as a striking sledgehammer. He might have deluded himself into thinking he was different once upon a time, that he could be softer. It had just taken a little longer, and ironically her help, to make him accept his true self. Ruthless. Competitive. Take no prisoners. Crazy ambitious. And yes, sometimes, utterly selfish in his quest to achieve all the above.

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

There was a coldness in his eyes that spoke to an intimate familiarity with violence. No, not cold. Ruthless. Raw and pure. This man was dangerous, but she couldn't deny the pull... She knew without question that he could be absolutely merciless, that he could dispense brutality just as skillfully as he had bliss. But there was a difference between being ruthless and cruel. There was no cruelty in him. She knew it as surely as she knew the intricate details of every weapon she’d created. She cried, tearing her eyes away before she lost the fight with herself and went to him. She peered at the golden devil next.

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

She eavesdropped to learn one, and robbed him of the other. "Ruth, are you even human?" Leon gaped at her as though he saw a ghost. Breaking through levels was always extremely challenging for martial artists, yet Ruth was managing it like it was as easy as breathing to her. He finally realized why Ruth was said to be a genius and that he underestimated her talents.

"She's not what I expected. She's not scared or remorseful. She's almost... pleased." That gave me pause, but only for a moment. I pushed past him and stalked down the corridor, my footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The six accomplices were in cells along the way, and they all shrank back when they saw me bloodied, furious and radiating dominance that made the air itself feel heavy. But Ruth? Ruth sat calmly on the bench in her cell, her hands folded in her lap like she was waiting for tea service. When she looked up at me, there was no fear in her eyes. Only cold calculation.

"What does that make me?" "Strong. Powerful. Someone who can't be manipulated by family guilt." "Or someone who's become just like you." The words hang between us. "Ruthless, cold, and willing to sacrifice anything and anyone for what I want." His eyes flash. "Is that such a bad thing?"

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.