Ruthless Stranger Novels & Stories

They launched towards the stranger, their anger and screams perforating my eardrums. The stranger took the first man down with a swift blow to the jaw, sending him crashing to the floor. The second man tried to jump on him, but the stranger was fast. He lifted the man like a deflated sack and slammed him into the wall. The impact completely destroyed the wall. I screamed again as the third man tried to sneak up behind the stranger, but he was caught in time and slammed onto the cold floor. “You should be tired by now.” The stranger said. His voice was familiar, but also something I don't seem to recognise.

She tightened her grip on the knife, shifted her weight forward, and drove the blade down. The stranger jerked, arm twisting to deflect, but Cass had already adjusted mid-swing. The edge caught his shoulder instead of his chest, slicing through fabric and flesh with a wet rip. His growl echoed through the room, feral and furious. Leo seized the opening instantly, rolling the man hard against the floor, pinning him with brutal precision. For a moment, Cass thought it was over. But the stranger’s strength was relentless, fueled by pain instead of weakened by it. He bucked against Leo’s hold, one arm reaching blindly until his fingers brushed Cass’s wrist.

" The woman complained. The man lifted his hands to his face and gently washed it with his palms. In the midst of a fierce argument, it's likely that his beloved, who displays the greatest tenacity, will ultimately claim victory. She possessed an unwavering determination, while he was put to the test by maintaining his composure. Should she fail to meet the criteria of his beloved, her head would promptly be launched through the nearest window, a testament to his utter lack of forbearance.

Anaaya gazed at Zaviyaar with surprise face after feeling her dupatta around herself. "You are right. I'm very ruthless. This world made me like that. And for the one, who you are fighting against me, is a black wolf hiding behind white sheet. He is the man who doesn't know ruined the lives of so many people. If I get an opportunity, I will give him more painful death than before." He was staring into the eyes of Anaaya while his hand travelled slightly down to her neck. Feeling the touch of his fingers on her neck, she badly jerked his hand.

James then turn to Morgan “do you know this man by chance because he clearly followed you all the way here I’m sure you’re the one he wants Morgan I have no idea who this man is and besides we can’t see his face and the voice I do not recognize James we should have called the cops when I initially told you he clearly doesn’t seem like your coworker now does he Morgan I’m sorry James but I had no idea this this is how it would turn out The stranger began to laugh hysterically interrupting James and Morgan’s conversation and then turn to James to ask him a question Stranger would you consider yourself to be a good man James James-“ what the hell are you talking about why are you making it seem

“Number one, you broke up with your boyfriend, or number two, you caught your boyfriend cheating on you and you broke up with him. Tell me, which one is it?” Samantha looked at the stranger. He has a deep blue captivating and perfect set of eyes. The kind of eyes that can reaveal your very soul in just a glance. His nose is pointed and has lips that every girl would be dreaming to be kissed of. “Neither,” she answered and turned her attention on the glass before her. With all the boldness she is feeling right now, no thanks to all the drinks she had, she’s afraid she might actually grab him and offer herself to him.

My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes. I let go and backed away. The piece of glass that is now tainted with blood fell on the floor. "Look what you've done, Audrey! You're so slutty! You're just like your mommy-" "Shut up!" I spat angrily and turned to Rustov. "And you? Why did you interrupt? It's not my fault why you got hurt! That's your fault for taking that stupid girl's side! Why are you defending her? Your friend? Girlfriend? Because, you're both trash!"

“We have a million things to handle and somehow you think another investment is what we need?” “I need,” I corrected. “It's what I need.” Clara is what I need. A soft knock followed a moment later and I looked up to catch long toned legs walking in. Her heels clicked. One. Two. Three until she was inside. Clara fucking Mallon. My Stranger. She stood framed in the doorway looking all stunning “Who the hell is she?” Mike asked in a whisper not loud enough to ruin the moment. Mike looked at Clara and looked back at me, curiosity crippling. “Who is—”

Two heads roll across the concrete like bowling balls . The third vampire snarls and lunges . The stranger catches him midair , slams him against the wall , drives something silver straight through his . He drops like a puppet with cut strings . Silence. Except my ragged breathing and the wet drip of blood hitting concrete . The stranger turns. Tall, black hoodie , silver eyes that seem to cut straight through me . Blood splattered across his jaw like war paint . “You okay ?” His voice is low, rough , like he’s not used to speaking .