Ruthless Stranger Novels & Stories

His wolf instincts were screaming at him to run. The stranger didn't answer as his red eyes glanced down at me, taking in my broken, bleeding, stripped body in the mud. "Hey I'm talking to you idiot," the rogue leader snarled, trying to muster courage, and lunged at the stranger, his fingers morphing into razor sharp claws. What happened next took less than three seconds. The stranger moved like lightning, cleanly severing the leader's arm from his shoulder. Before the rogue could even scream, the stranger's hand plunged directly into his chest, gripping his heart, and tore it out and the man dropped dead instantly before this corpse turned to stone.

He yanked her forward violently and slammed her against the wall. Pain exploded through her head. A warm liquid immediately began trickling down her forehead. Blood. Lena's vision blurred. The stranger looked around quickly before pulling down his zipper. "No!" Lena cried. He grabbed her arm. Then forced her down onto her knees. Lena struggled desperately. Her heart pounded wildly inside her chest. Tears mixed with the blood running down her face. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse— A powerful force slammed into the stranger. The man flew backward and crashed onto the ground.

How stupid was I to think I was proving my point to a man who had been watching me for years, only to show up the moment I chose to disobey his fucked-up rules? My legs felt shaky as I pulled them closer, hugging my knees, finding myself screaming in my thoughts. I gently pulled Cuddles into my arms, squeezing the soft, plump teddy as tears streaked down my cheeks. He's a stranger. A psychopath, probably. A man whose face is always covered with a mask. And the first man who left my entire soul itching for his touch, a dangerous sin that my pathetic body had decided to burn only for. "Fuck... your life is fucked up, Kam," I cursed through gritted teeth. "Everything is..." A low cry erupted fr

A man stumbled into the room, interrupting the old man's further attempts. Instinctively, Aysel grabbed the bed covers and shielded her body up to her head. She felt ashamed of letting herself to be seen naked by another stranger. From under the cover, Aysel heard an angry hiss from her partner as he went down the bed. "Who the hell are you?" He barked infuriatingly, for he had been interrupted in the middle of his sweet actions. "Where is she!" The stranger demanded, his drunken hoarse voice resonating in the room, sending chills down Aysel's spine immediately she heard his demanding tone.

I stare down at the glass placed right infront of me. “Do.not.touch.that!” Zale’s voice booms through the earpiece, almost startling me. ‘Tip – 1, he likes challenging girls!’ I recollect. “I am well equipped to buy myself one, moreover I don’t accept drinks from strangers” I shove his drink away. “Whiskey on the rocks!” I order for myself. “I like that attitude, little girl!” his hand on my thigh groping it. That unwanted touch destabilises my brain, as few blurred memories rush infront of my eyes. My breaths shallow as I try to take in as much oxygen as possible.

he suddenly declared as though he knew exactly who he was talking about. “She and her family migrated here in Russia. I believe her father’s stirring up plans to expand his reputation and build the business here.” The assistant looks up. “He can try.” The stranger replied, his eyes glacial and all-knowing. “-He’ll die trying.” The stranger added and looked back at me at the word, “die”. Oh, come the fuck on. By the way, who are they talking about? It’s a girl from Britain? “She’s notorious for wrapping men up in her fingers and pulling intel out of them. Quite the skill, if you ask me. I bet you’d like her on your honeymoon.” The assistant laughed, but it soon died down when the hot stranger

The cold night air slapped my face as we stepped out of Sapphire Bistro, still laughing and catching up, when suddenly, a shadow darted from the opposite side of the street, fast and almost desperate. The movement caught the attention of my men before my brain could process it. I barely had time to blink before two of my guards broke formation, rushing forward in smooth, lethal movement. A sharp thud split the air. The stranger’s body flew and rolled across the ground like a dropped ragdoll. A low groan followed, the facecap slipped off and the mask crooked. Ryan?

“HEY, I don’t want to go home yet!” Alexander struggled with Dylan’s tight grip on his arm. Dylan did not listen to the young man’s complaint. The people they passed by would glance at them because Alexander was making a fuss. He looked like a father who was dragging his stupid son home. “They are so cute!” Dylan heard from a stranger they passed by. “Yes, they are suitable. I wonder which of them is the top?” Dylan stopped pulling Alexander’s arm when a woman answered the first stranger.

For a man who might not even let me go free. The pipe comes down again. But their brief distraction is enough. The stranger blocks the strike, then lashes out with his foot, knocking one attacker off balance. The others stumble in response. Rage glitters in his dark eyes as his elbow drives backward into the ribs of the man choking him. The grip loosens. He twists violently, breaking free just as the pipe is about to come down again. It smashes into the concrete where his head had been. He surges to his feet, fists clenched in fury. His fist drives straight into the pipe-holder's throat and he collapses instantly, choking.

Alan stood up at once. the only thing he was proud of in his life was his passion of being that top model that everybody wants and now when he saw his name in the second place, he clenched his fists in rage. The rage was so steamy that his nails tore down his flesh making his palm bleed out of his closed fist.