Novel & Cerita Ruthless Stranger

I had heard Ruth lie skillfully before, across three years of protecting me through danger after danger, but something in the sheer, effortless conviction of this particular performance struck me as almost frightening in its perfection, a skill honed across decades of protecting far more than simply this one hidden family. "I have a photograph," the stranger said, and I heard the faint rustle of paper. "Perhaps this will help." A long, tense silence followed, and I imagined Ruth studying whatever image the stranger had produced, her expression, I was certain, carefully arranged into thoughtful, genuine consideration. "I'm sorry," Ruth said finally, her voice steady and unbothered. "I really

A pop from a powerful blow stunned Alud. Nearby lay Brook-ta-man, with a face of complete fucking from what was happening. The figure again spread its arms to the sides, its movements easily followed by trees that turned into hundreds of thousands of chips and sharp logs. The flattened and crumpled bodies of the dark ones fell on the grass, red with blood. Alud remembered the culinary program that Yulia had recently watched, the Italian chef Ernesto told how to cook minced meat correctly. Seth still writhed, trying to free himself from the invisible cage created by the stranger. The figure moved its arms again, this time hundreds of tons of splintered wood soared upwards, sharp-edged downwar

she whispered, fierce and quiet so she would not wake the baby. The billionaire looked down at the woman defending her territory and felt a strange surge of respect for her defiance. The women in his world often folded under his intimidation, but Maren had a core of hardened steel forged by tragedy. "Your vulnerability is the least of my concerns when our mutual enemy is at this moment plotting a legal execution," Gideon said, gesturing toward the screen.

All that time they spent scheming, came down to this, and that six feet tall musclehead was just about to spoil things. Wilson grunted and swung a fist at Ruthless. He, along with the many other members of the Revolutionaries, had been taught to identify each and every noble and their henchmen at sight. It was then he discovered that Ruthless was the main man behind his woes. He hated this nobleman named Ruthless with passion. And so, when he saw him, rage and hatred clouded his thoughts (as always) and overwrote everything he had been taught. All he could think of was killing this bastard this second and so he could not hold back.

This time, he gripped a jagged stone. “No! Watch your back!” I screamed. But the stranger was faster. He pivoted, caught the leader’s wrist, and wrenched it backward. The stone clattered to the ground. He drove a crushing kick into the man’s knee. A crack rang out the leader dropped with a roar of pain. The stranger’s fists pummeled his face, blow after blow until blood streamed from his nose and lips. I shivered. His strength was merciless. Then suddenly, cold steel brushed against my throat.

By dusk, I am bleeding from three shallow cuts and one deep enough to sting every time I breathe. I catch my first scout by his shadow. He never hears me approach. One moment, he’s crouched beside a fire pit, sharpening a blade and muttering to himself; the next, he’s pinned against stone, my forearm crushing his throat, his feet scrambling uselessly for leverage. “Who’s been moving through your lands?” I growl. He tries to lie. I tighten my grip until his vision blurs and his heartbeat hammers against my arm. “Again,” I say calmly.

The shadow was a black fur, fighting hard against the rogues and finally sank its teeth on the neck of the rogues, but unfortunately, they were three, so the stranger ended up getting wounded. “No!” I screamed in horror, darting forward without thinking twice or checking the consequences of my actions. I grabbed a hard rock and immediately smashed it into the third rogue’s skull. I did it repeatedly until blood filled my hand. Everywhere became quiet as I finished them off. Then I turned my back only to see the stranger, now unconscious. He had dark hair, a well chiseled jaw, and watching him, I could tell he's older than me. Something inside me stirred uncontrollably.

“Katty. Room. Now.” I didn’t move. The stranger’s voice slid into the moment, low and almost amused. “You should listen to him. It’s about to get messy.” One of the newcomers reached inside his jacket. The stranger’s gaze sharpened, the lazy edge in his expression vanishing like it was never there. “Careful,” he warned. Then everything shattered into motion. The first man lunged. The stranger caught his wrist and twisted, a crack slicing through the air. The second man pulled something metallic, too small to see clearly but unmistakably dangerous.

Chapter Nineteen Nina Her pulse are stable , thank goodness. “My name is Nina, I’m a certified nurse assistant.You can trust me and tell me what I need to know in order to help you and be on my way. I’m also in danger and need to disappear from here as soon as possible “ I rasped fast at the stranger who’s shaky bloody hands we’re holding mine for support. “I was shot by some dreadful looking rogue men…they left me when they thought I was dead” she said slowly shutting her eyes and clenching her hands in pain.

I screamed. “The stranger looked at me his eyes widening before glancing at Mina. He stared at her intently, he must find her beautiful. Because she is but she is taken and Blaze would probably kill him. I thought to myself. “Yea, I don’t think law men, beat on defenseless women. That’s fuck boy pussy motha fucka type shit to me. If they are indeed criminals we will wait on your peoples to come and escort them to jail.” The stranger said, crossing his arms over his chest leaning back in the chair like he got all the time in the world. “Listen you either get the fuck out of here or we will beat your ass and then you will get buried out there.” The man came to stand in front of the strangers f