Ruthless Stranger Novels & Stories

Two days later, I learned they’d traded me to Davin Nicole to pay their debts… As long as I remember that wasn't a favour… it was hell. Fredrick, no, the stranger I thought I knew—looked around, still completely at ease. “Why don’t you calm down before you attract attention? Go change out of those office clothes. I’ll make us something to eat.” I froze. “You want to cook? Here? In the same kitchen where my husband’s body is lying?” Why didn’t I notice that he had a mental disorder before I applied for that job? He shrugged. “You have to eat.” “You must be joking,” I snapped. “You killed the only family I had and now you think we’ll share a meal? Get out of my house!”

I knew him instantly. My throat tightened, my pulse racing. Of all people, I despised him the most. He was ruthless, remorseless. He was the one who had pulled the trigger with no trace of pity in his cold, brown eyes. His gaze fixed on me, only after sweeping the room and assessing the damage I'd caused. I stood there, trying to look strong, pretending to wield armor when in reality, I was trembling with every shaky breath. He raised two fingers toward the door, and the other men turned, leaving us alone. The door clicked shut behind them.

I never finished the sentence. A different hand wrapped around my wrist, firm, possessive, and yanked me backward hard enough that I stumbled into a solid chest. The grip was nothing like the others. It was controlled. Powerful. Furious. It sent a shiver racing straight down my spine, igniting something dangerously close to awareness. Before I could protest, before I could even turn… Crack. The sound was sickening and unmistakable. A fist connected with the stranger’s face, snapping his head sideways with brutal efficiency. He staggered back, hands flying to his nose as blood spilled freely between his fingers, dark and obscene beneath the neon lights.

In seconds, the deformed being lay on the ground — a withered carcass, drained of essence, of life. Sasha struggled to his feet, leaning against what remained of the tree. Blood ran down his arm, the exposed bone in his shoulder throbbing with raw pain. “Okay… That was impressive. Who the hell are you?” The stranger turned slowly, his red eyes burning beneath the black hair. “You don’t need to know.” His voice was low, velvety, and cold — like a whisper carried by the night. “That’s very ‘B-movie villain’ for me, big guy.” Sasha raised his uninjured hand, half in surrender, half in provocation. “You saved my skin, apparently. Thanks… I think?”

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.

His nerves were popping out in rage. He took out a gun from his waistcoat and squeezing the bruised face of the man, he thrust the gun inside his mouth. 'Crazy, mad man, he takes the gun out on every matter. He really is a thug.' Anaaya murmured in the mouth. He was the first strange man for whom Anaaya was feeling like needles were crawling over her body. "He is not a lion but a jackal and you are his taming dog. I'm a lion and I can haunt him without you." Zaviyaar roared angrily at him while punching him strongly in his stomach.

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.