Ruthless Sentence Novels & Stories

“Make him remember everything he did. Make him doubt every step he takes. Make the world close in until he can’t breathe.” I liked the shape of that. Ruthless, surgical. I leaned forward. “We start small. Sanity frays from the edges before it snaps. We push.”

"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?"

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.

Then Ruth spoke quietly, almost to herself, “Thank you… if I just repaid my debt, it’s no big deal.” Roy turned to look at her expression. It was still cold, still sharp. He muttered under his breath, “You want to kill Calvin and the hunters… are you really going to do it?” “Yes,” Ruth said, emotionless yet firm. “Can you not… for Alex’s sake?” Roy asked hesitantly. “I did… and I almost died. That feeling wasn’t pleasant. It’s either I die, or they do,” Ruth replied. “Alex… make a choice,” she said, glancing toward him from behind Ray.

He is so full of himself and arrogant. He is a good person Sav, I think he likes you a lot...I mean a lot. This is the first time he brought a date. We are really surprised! Sometimes, people are being carried away by his position, but as far as I know him and from my personal point of view, he is kind-hearted and a good man. There are talks about his ruthlessness, especially towards women, but I am not a witness to those. I have never seen him with a woman on his side, believe me! It's always talk and gossip by the media. Maybe, it was part of his image to have it that way. He was a widow for many many years and I did not hear a single name attached to him. It's just being ruthless, and a

He said and waited for his response. There was dead silence on the other hand. "I trust you. But can you please repeat it for me, Igor?" He heard his voice softening this time. "I have found your wife, Cousin." He repeated his words for him. "Is she alright? I need to talk to her." His voice was laced with concern. He never imagined that his Ruthless cousin would ever be soft for anyone. He had noticed the way his cousin looked at her. He never assumed he was incapable of emotions, feeling anything, but ruling with cruelty.

“You bastards! You’re worthless! How can you not bring me that woman?” Everyone was silent, and that made me even more pissed off. I had already exited through the back door of the auditorium, so nothing stopped me from spilling my guts on those who disobeyed my orders. So, I punched in all directions and I knocked down whoever fell victim to my fury of blows to the ground. I punched until I was literally tired. “I must have this woman! Do you understand? You will bring her to me whether she wants it!”

though he did pretend not to be. "Are you scared?" I asked him. "Ptff" he snorted. " Well, I will tell you. I don't want to meet you all of a sudden. You must be prepared for your new life" I said to him with a little smile. The smile I wear whenever I'm about to do something very bad. When I'm about to destroy something totally. I know I'm ruthless but only those who deserve my punishment will have it. Many rumors are around about my ruthlessness but they never said that I never touch the innocent. They make me look like a tyrant but I do not care. I have a lot of enemies but they do not dare boldly cross my path. "It is better you kill me now Alek, else I will surely hunt you down and fla

Couldn't clean the body anymore. I guess he's too tired today.

The word was a snarl, a vow. I was raw, oversensitive, my thighs trembling as he pinned me beneath him on the bed. His mouth crashed into mine, swallowing my protests, my moans. Every thrust was a brand, a reminder—mine, mine, mine. I clawed at his shoulders, nails biting into skin, but he only fucked me harder, like he was trying to rewrite every doubt between us with sheer force.