Ruthless Yuri Novels & Stories

The warehouse was thick with tension, the kind that pressed in from all sides like invisible walls. The air was cold, laced with the metallic tang of rust and the sharp scent of oil. Shadows flickered as Victor paced slowly in front of Elena, like a predator circling his prey. His eyes gleamed with triumph, but underneath that smug exterior was something feral. Unhinged. Elena didn’t flinch as he approached. Her arms ached from how tightly they’d bound her, and her knees threatened to buckle under the weight of everything she felt—fear, anger, but most of all, defiance.

He was determined to cocoon him from the cruelty of their world. But who was he fooling? Yegor was an illegitimate son, the same blood ran through their veins. That was the only mistake of his father that he despised the most. Yet, Igor couldn't bring himself to hate his brother. He stormed into the hall behind Vadim. He scowled at his brother. Yegor was carrying a woman in his arms as he smiled at him. "Hello, brother!" He said, happily. "What the fuck is all this? Calling a random girl my girlfriend?" He growled, eyeing the woman, her face was hidden as it pressed to his chest.

It has not been taken care of recently. I looked at Ryan standing behind the door. He is wearing his Khaki color suit. He preferred his dresses a little loose unlike Alexander whose body is hugged by the piece of fabrics which reveal all the shapes of muscles bulging out perfectly. It made me think of that same body which is a little thin and has many scars now. I forced myself not to think of them anymore. They are melting me now. Ryan looked at me and smiled while setting his collar.

"Who's this guy kidding! Mr. Yuri you can't believe this clown. Some random asshole pops up out of the blue claiming to solve our problems. Sir he's just trying to either look cool in front of his girl friend or iyi-" Thump! "URGH!" The man got so carried away in his rant while he was glaring daggers at Collen his eyes filled with so much hate, that he hadn't even noticed Yuri storming over to him cocking his fist back and delivering a solid punch to the man's chest knocking the air from his lungs. He dropped instantly crumpling on the floor. Everyone's eyes went back and forth between the man who was now on the ground, and Yuri who was beginning to take on the appearance of an enraged beast

“Since you don’t know what’s best for yourself, I wouldn’t mind killing you right here! “Oh, no! I changed my mind! I’ll cut off every single one of your limbs instead! “And then, I’ll make you watch as I toy with your woman every single day! “Hahaha!” Yuri held his long sword. Immense murderous intent seeped out instantly. All of a sudden, the air got a little colder. Yuri stomped on the floor furiously. Crack! The extravagant-looking marble on the ground cracked into pieces, and a surge of air blasted forward. He then pounced right at Harvey at lightning speed.

But Alex is all business, and if he thinks he’s dragging me back to Chicago to face my father, he’s going to have a fight on his hands. I kick and thrash and suddenly Yuri, the huge, tattooed Russian who sits and watches the DJ, Lucy, every night with a moon face, steps in front of us, blocking Alex. “Put girl down.” His accent is as thick as his meaty arms. You gotta love Yuri. I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure he’s ex-mafia, too. Or bratva—whatever they call Russian mafiya. His tattoos read like a rap sheet and when he’s not looking moony at Lucy, his expression promises death to anyone who gets in his way or looks too long at his girl.

Maybe Yuri grew soft because J City people are not as stubborn as Russians, they are just normal people who want to live their lives in peace, and he took advantage of that and instilled fear in them to get them to do what he wants. I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I woke up feeling like I was being watched, I know I sent DJ and Krystal away. There is one person who could be in here Yuri, or his men. I turned and put a hand under my pillow gripping my gun in my hand then quickly turn then pointed my gun. “Woah! It’s only me.” damn Yuri, I think I need my place now, him coming into my penthouse like this just because he owns the hotel does not sit well with me.

But when I say his full name, Julian Stone, she gasps so loudly that people look over. “ELENA!” she whisper-shouts. “You slept with your BOSS?” “Lower your voice” I hiss, burying my face in my hands. She leans in, her eyes wide with both shock and something close to excitement. “Are you telling me the man who ruined your life this morning is the man who ruined your legs in Santorini?” I groan. “Oh my God” she says. “This is deliciously horrible.” “It’s not delicious, Nora.”

Erica said in a husky tone, tapping him on the shoulder, "Wake up, Dario. Someone is at the door." "Mm…" Dario groaned and rolled out of bed, rubbing his eyes. He opened the door, yawning widely. "Alpha…" Yuri, his beta, bowed to him. "What is the matter?" Dario asked, frowning. "Sorry to disturb you so early, alpha," Yuri apologized. "But the problem is serious." "What happened?" Dario frowned even harder.

I regret it, I only wasted my time with them, and in the end, the kisses were not that good. The cold wind hits my face, my legs are shaky, my fingers are trembling and the palm of my hand is in a cold sweat, I breathe. "-This is no time to be fearful, come on Aya!" - I encourage myself and take the first step, I climb the few steps and enter the establishment, as usual it is crowded, the food here is really very good. At first I see Iuri with his back to me, my heart flutters. I can't waste any more time, I force myself to walk and avoid the other tables on the way until I reach the table where he is, as his back is turned I can see that he is on his cell phone and is exchanging messages wi