Ruthless Stranger Novels & Stories

he murmurs lowly. The stranger looks between Kastriv and I, unbothered that we clearly know each other. "I'm going to need my payment now." Kastriv turns to the man, and smiles wickedly. "Of course, here you are." In a movement so fast, he reaches out and snaps the strangers neck. The body falls limp at his feet, Kastriv taking a step back distastefully. "Kastriv!" He nudges the body with his foot. "Waste of space..."

Ruth's voice announced her presence. The strippers scrambled to get away from Lewiston fast cos they all know Ruth to be a psycho who is obsessed with Lewiston. She had once shot a stripper dead for daring to climb the same bed with Lewiston. Though that was a long long time ago. “You do this everytime Lewiston, celebrating alone after getting rid of an enemy” Ruth complained,pouting her lipstick filled lips. “And I wish I can rejoice in peace,but here you are. Party pooper” lewiston muttered.

He was a total stranger to me. While dancing he told me that he was Ratna's brother. I happened to look at Amol and by his look, I knew he didn't like it. I was confused. He didn't like him or me dancing with him? Slowly, I started to feel uncomfortable. He started to touch me everywhere and pulled me close. I could feel Amol's eyes on me. This guy's name was Anurodh and he started to bring his mouth close to me and tried to kiss me. Before I could protest or tell him to fuck off, a strong hand pulled me. It was the Devil. He punched him and had no intention of stopping.

I wasn't about to abandon it now. The stranger tilted his head slightly, a subtle, dangerous shift that made my breath hitch. He was studying me, cataloging my reactions, and I could tell he saw right through the performance. He reached down, his long, leather-gloved fingers smoothly catching the edge of my chin. His grip wasn't painful, but it was unyielding, forcing my head back so I had no choice but to look directly into the shadows of his mask. The leather was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat flooding my cheeks.

Svanna hadn't fully prepared herself for the situation but had to witness how Russol Sullivan had rushed towards Nightroe. Everything in between happened without a clue. Svanna gasped, instinctively dropping her gifts when she witnessed a hard punch land directly on the sturdy face. She screamed. Not expecting Nightroe's body to almost plummet to the floor, even though the man had found a grip at least. However, there was something unusual that Svanna found. Nightroe seemed to be in pain, though not at the point where Russol Sullivan's punches seemed so steady. Instead, the man's hand seemed to be trying to grip his own dark hair, occasionally as if trying to hide the expression there.

“Found him on the south road. Says he’s from Dunebrook. He begged for help.” The stranger tries to sit up, coughing. When they speak, their accent is rough, southern, every word choked with fear. “Please. Please—you have to let me in. It’s coming, I—I can’t shift. Can’t—” His eyes roll, panic flickering. “The Rupture. It’s here.” A ripple of horror runs through the pack. Rowan crouches at the stranger’s side, eyes scanning the wound, jaw set. “How long?” he demands.

She angrily yelled at us. "You're right, I didn't deserve his loyalty. But I didn't ask for any of this either. It's easy to call someone a traitor when you don't know their story. You call me a traitor because I ran away but has any of you ever asked me why I ran away?" I asked her before looking at the rest of the women standing in my living room. "I'm a mother just like you, a sister and a wife, yet I've been treated like trash for trying to protect my daughter and brother like I couldn't protect my father from your mafia! And Christmas Eve was no different because everything I did was to protect Tiago. He was the only person willing to help me when I asked him to, and he got assaulted by

He looked at her, curious as to what she had to say. "I have something to tell you," Alma remarked as she moved closer to him. Virgin nodded and motioned for her to come along. Alma followed him into his office. "What is it?" Virgil asked as he sat in his chair. "Your strategy for defeating Blaze is remarkable. But don't underestimate him. Remember that he is known as the ruthless alpha. He has no mercy when it comes to executing his foes." Virgil smirked, his fingers intertwined. "This ruthless alpha will be defeated and killed this time."

It felt slow and time was ticking with each second. The disgust was more there. A lady even bumped into me on purpose and shot me a hard glare, hissing loudly. When I finally arrived at the last floor, I walked in hurried strides to the office. I knocked once like I did on the day of the interview and pushed the door open. No one was inside. Not a single person. Stack of files were arranged neatly on the desk, a glass of unfinished wine and his collection of pens were the only things that welcomed me. The tag on the table had his name fully written in bold. Lucien Alexander Cross.

"Faster, Roy! I’m going to come... Aaahhh!" Suddenly, the man violently yanked the woman’s hair backward, forcing her head to snap up at a painful angle. "Shut your mouth, you whore! How dare you dictate to me!" he barked, his voice laced with pure animosity. He delivered a harsh slap to her rear while maintaining his punishing, relentless pace. I strained even further to catch a definitive glimpse of his face, but because I was overextending myself on tiptoes, my balance suddenly wavered. In a desperate bid to stabilize myself, my hand accidentally pressed down hard on the door handle, throwing the door wide open.