Ruthless Sentence Novels & Stories

Abel did not reply. They looked into each other’s eyes. Abel’s eyes were deep and dark, while Ruth’s eyes were full of arrogance and dissatisfaction. “Just tell me if you’re unhappy. I won’t test you again! But my patience has a limit too! Don’t be fussy just because I condone your behavior. If you keep acting like this, I-I’ll deduct your pocket money!” There were people who cowardly spoke the most ruthless words in the most arrogant tone. It was cute as hell.

His face displayed pure confusion. “What do I mean?” Ruthless asked, perplexed. Did this boy have no idea what he was asking about? Was he not taught what abilities were? Usually, Ruthless was a violent man who cared nothing for others’ lives, but upon thinking about all he has to gain if the boy was a late awakener, he chose to care…….for the mean time. He suddenly did not care about any of this dispute anymore. He just wanted to educate the boy and run several tests on him, so as to get the answers he wanted.

"Why are you treating me this way? I don't have the right to suck you anymore." "How many times am I supposed to remind you that we are not an item? You bore me to death." I state as bluntly as I can; maybe she will get the message this hundredth time. "Really?" Dark looks at Ruthless. "Beg your brother for me." Ruthless looks at me, then back at Madison. "You and I know that Cruel never lets a woman suck him more than once, so you should count yourself lucky for having that much opportunities."

“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’m telling you to be ruthless.” The word hung there. Ruthless. “Keep your distance,” she continued, “But fire on all cylinders.” For a moment, I saw her—the Natalie I’d known for years. Unforgiving. Quick. Heavy-handed with enemies. The kind of person who didn’t lose sleep over moral dilemmas like the rest of us. And God help me… maybe we needed that right now. Maybe it was time to stop playing defense and start crushing the board before Peter could reach for another piece.

The diabolic in his voice and his expression was disturbing. "Pass this message to your boss." Vincenzo had said. He continued to hum, "Something wicked this way comes. A poison tree under your roof. You only have to know where to look." "What are you? A poet now?" Killian retorted and disregarded his remark. He pulled the trigger and watched the man fell to the ground with a loud heavy thump. His lifeless eyes opened and pupils dilated. Now that he remembered, it was uncanny.

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.

Not about how I stayed, stupid and shaking, begging for an explanation he never deserved. Not about how that version of me, hopeful, loyal, soft was the one that died. Some truths are too raw for first conversations. “Regret,” Julian says slowly, “is just memory with sharp edges.” I exhale a humorless laugh. “I have enough of those to bleed out on.” He doesn’t look away. “Then you came to the right place. Islands are good for bleeding quietly.” His words are gentle, but his eyes, his eyes have seen too much to still believe in softness.

“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