Ruthless Sentence Novels & Stories

"What are we doing?" Ruth's mother stepped out of her room and kicked at Ruth. "You little skank! Where is your conscience? How dare you step over our sister to get into the elite community? Huh? How could you be this cheap? Do you really want to really be a part of the elite society that badly? Do you want to take your sister's resources from her that badly? Aren't you sisters? How could you be this cheap? How shameless!"

“Domineering CEOs are not lunatics beyond the law. They can’t kill people just because they want to.” The hope in Ruth’s eyes vanished, and she said in disappointment. “Then you’re useless.” Abel was speechless. Although he had seen her unscrupulous side, he had not expected she would be even more so when drunk. Kill them? And he was useless because he could not kill them? “I’m still useful,” he told her. “How so?” “Aren’t you short on cash? I can teach you how to earn money.” “How?” Abel was struck speechless.

He was not afraid to recruit anyone in front of their superiors. “How dare you Ruthless? Trying to persuade my juniors to go against me? Do you really think she will agree to your offer for such a stupid reason?” Old cane lady yelled at Ruthless furiously. Ruthless only smiled at her. He knew she was scared of him. After all, he made sure to leave a lasting mark on her in particular when they had last met. He ensured he left her traumatized and he could see that she had not yet gotten over her trauma. So, he smiled with an understanding look, then he asked with a cool, calm tone. “You scared? Why are you yelling?”

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.

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.”

But what he says next boils my blood. "you can and you will," he folds his hands over his chest. Like he is doing this to control himself. "we have all day, you are cleaning this even if it takes you all day." I threw my hands in the air, and frustrated tears burned my eyes. "what kind of ruthless bastard are you? I told you I can't do it." "you will do it," he grits. "fuck you," I yelled picking up a handful of horseshit mixed with straw and throwing it at him. "Eat this and die."

Dabbing his sweat off with the towel, Zale grits dangerously. “I am so going to make him regret it!”. After blocking Edward’s car from every direction, Zale grins in contentment seeing Edward walking towards his car giving up on escaping. Stepping out of his car, Zale stands in all his glory. “Get out of my way, Zale” Edward demands. “Now, now, so eager to run away from me, Edward?” he taunts. Edward thought he hid the escaping part well but then he overlooked the fact that he is going against Zale Austin Windsor, the ruthless and the most powerful man who rules the underworld mafia of New York controlling the in and outs on his fingertips.

The boys sped the car into the forest and alighted they pushed Ruth out of the car. "Can you answer the questions we are asking you?" Did solo say? Ruth kept quiet, Solo slapped her she fell and cried in pain. "We are not here to east our time give us the cheque!" Solo said angrily. "Even if you beat me and take the cheque it's me who is supposed to cash out you will take it back to the boss and get the peanut pay I rather go to the bank cash it and we subdivide the Cash into two our boss is a billionaire he will not feel that he has lost anything the bosses are heartless you are fighting me and yet all of us are suffering we are being used as tools and later dumped," Ruth said.

“I do have something to say.” The judge leaned forward. “Proceed.” Evelyn turned, not to the judge, not to Margot, but to the jury. Her eyes were burning and almost predatory. “You sit there in your little box, pretending to hold the scales of justice,” she said, each word clipped and precise. “But you don’t understand power. You don’t understand what it takes to win in this world. You think morality builds empires? You think kindness feeds millions? No. Weakness destroys. Weakness is what left Peter Grey in the gutter. Weakness is what made Richard my puppet. Weakness is what ruins men. And I—” her chin lifted—“I was never weak.”