Ruthless Yuri Novels & Stories

Simple aglio e olio would have to do. "It's not exactly the five-star cuisine you're used to," she apologized as she crushed garlic cloves with the flat of her knife, still wondering why she was trying so hard to impress a man who hates her and her family and only seeks revenge but deep down, she realizes she is beginning to see things from his own point of view. Alexander had shed his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing strong forearms dusted with dark hair. The casual posture should have made him look more approachable, but somehow it only emphasized the raw physicality he usually kept contained beneath tailored suits.

MRIA POV Get the kids behind the servers!" Daniel yelled, grabbing Marcus and pulling him behind the heavy steel server racks where Elena and Sarah were huddled in terror. Grandmaster Yuri Levin didn't retreat. The seventy-two-year-old former Soviet champion stepped directly into the center aisle under the bright work lights, holding his heavy iron wrench like a broadsword. "You are trespassing on private Brooklyn property, Swiss pig!" Yuri roared at Maitre Dupont. "In America, we do not respect your corporate warrants!"

Turning at the window, the man murmured venomously, “Ryan- The Ruthless Rockstar!… Soon I will end your fame… your eminence… and then your life…” ***********

Now there was nothing but silence — the kind of silence that made her think of endings. On the table lay three burner phones. One already dead, another discarded. She picked up the third and scrolled through encrypted messages. Half her old allies had already cut ties with her. No one wanted to burn with her. The Grey girl had poisoned them all against her. Her lips curled back in a snarl as she slammed the phone down. “You think you’ve won, little girl? You think standing on a stage makes you powerful?” Her breath came faster, harsh and ragged. “I built dynasties before you learned how to spell your name. I ruined men who were stronger than you’ll ever be. I’ll burn this city before I let y

she shouted, yanking the maid by her hair and slamming her against the wall. The girl cried out in pain. The chef remained rooted in the corner, wide-eyed and shocked by the violence. Aura shot her a venomous glare, and she immediately turned away, pretending to gather ingredients to prepare her breakfast. The maid stumbled away, sobbing quietly, while Aura sighed deeply. Strangely, hurting someone had eased her tension, even if just a little. A cruel smirk curved her lips. She would get herself cleaned up. She would get her life together. And then she would take everything from Isabella—piece by piece. Starting with Prince Karl.

Iro smiled amicably, but it was utterly disgusting to Ryo's eyes. He couldn't ignore the way Iro stared at him, as if he were insulting him because of the funny look he had seen, which was Ryo slumping on the floor, hopeless. “Rapist! You take advantage of my vulnerable state! I'll report you! Dirty Prostitute! ” Without thinking, Ryo lashed out angrily, throwing the blanket on the floor at Iro's face. The perfect body was not helping his second gender; it was honest compared to his rage.

A smirk growing on my lips aware of the effect I have on her. Grasping both of her hands which are desperately trying to push me away, into my one hand, I pin them above her head. My free hand slowly trails down to her thigh feeling her tense up under my touch. Her breath hitches when my cold hand comes in contact with her warm exposed skin where the slit starts. “W-what are you doing?” she staggers. “Take your fucking hands off me!” she wriggles. “Why? Isn’t this what you were doing with Jackson last night? You enjoy his touch but not mine?” I squeeze her thigh hard in fury.

I scolded and he frowned at me before hesitantly lowering his gun. "Do you believe this bullshit?" Rafe skeptically asked Mateo and I worriedly looked over at Martha. "Her name is Martha, and she makes coffee, too. Also, cussing is really bad, tío Rafe." I heard Mila saying and I looked down at her in shock. "Sorry, princess," Rafe muttered under his breath. When did she get here? Poor thing. She must've heard everything we said. "Mila's right. Martha is great," I uncomfortably uttered and Mateo shook his head at me. I need her, she's the closest thing I have to finding out the truth.

Yuri hated those that turned their back on who they should be loyal to. Fuck. “Their reasoning?” I asked lightly. Yuri cleared his throat. “Your wife, I believe. They were following the future of Stanislav Orlov in Sveta, and now that she doesn’t exist, they have nothing to fight for, so they choose to fight against you.” “A man can respect that,” I answered, turning my back on Yuri so he couldn’t see the fury in my eyes. I couldn’t fault them again. I had lied to them, betrayed them so that they would join my Bratva.