Short Story Ruthless Novels & Stories

There was a coldness in his eyes that spoke to an intimate familiarity with violence. No, not cold. Ruthless. Raw and pure. This man was dangerous, but she couldn't deny the pull... She knew without question that he could be absolutely merciless, that he could dispense brutality just as skillfully as he had bliss. But there was a difference between being ruthless and cruel. There was no cruelty in him. She knew it as surely as she knew the intricate details of every weapon she’d created. She cried, tearing her eyes away before she lost the fight with herself and went to him. She peered at the golden devil next.

She asked bitterly, because that was the reality they were facing. "That kind of death is too easy for you. I still want you to face the hell that has not yet fully burned." Irony within irony. Svanna's suddenly blank eyes stared straight over Nightroe's shoulder as the man bent down to fondle her. The cruel creature had just admitted that his vile behavior so far was nothing. There was still a much more painful part, and Svanna felt... she would never be able to face the terrible events that Nightroe would offer in the future.

Ace said slowly and I could tell he means every word, I can't have Ace loosing control and letting his anger get the best of him. "And how would you do that? I am the one with the gun?" I turned around to see a glass vase behind me, just a step back and I can push it down and hopefully the noise wakes sleeping beauty up. "So what ever human shield you think have going on there, I can bring it down with one bullet in your head and she will be all mine. Don't you for a second think that because you are my brother I can't kill you, I killed our dad and for sure I can kill the brother that is responsible for my misery."

If he could not protect himself, they would have been even more cruel to him. They could tell that he had a secret, so they would definitely torture him with everything they could. They would make sure they found out everything they could about him. Randall might not talk much, but he was definitely a ruthless person. Who knows how many people have died due to his ruthless methods? He deserved everything that happened to him. Fane slowly stood up before he looked at Rowan. Feeling Fane's gaze, Rowan stiffened. His body started to tremble. It was not because he was cowardly, but Randall's fate was just too cruel. Rowan could not help but take two steps back. His breathing got so frantic he wa

He kept going through the numbers trying to confirm it, as it felt like a fantasy dream. "That sounds like a good investment for us." I responded. They both nodded positively "Your truly ruthless, Nikolas." Wren said with a wry smile as he glanced through the agreement. He always knew of my gruesome tactics in negotiation, yet his astonishment only grew stronger on every business deal I concluded. "I've to do what it takes to get my money back." I replied slowly relaxing back on my chair. A truly worthy conquest. I told myself quietly.

My silk blouse rips, fabric tearing loud and obscene in the silence between their laughter. The leader crouches over me, his weight pressing me into the carpet. His smile is slow, deliberate, the kind that makes bile burn the back of my throat. “You think you’re untouchable, rich girl?” His breath stinks of cigarettes as his fingers drag down my cheek. “Men like me… we break women like you. Tonight, you’re nothing but a hole to bleed dry.” “I’ll kill you,” I rasp, my voice shredded but steady. “If you touch me, I’ll kill you.”

My wolf rides close beneath my skin, restless, scanning every shadow for teeth and intent. Eyes follow me. Not curious. Calculating. The first attack comes before midday. A blade whistles out of the trees, aimed for my throat. I twist aside, steel grazing skin, and surge forward before the second attacker can reposition. Bone cracks under my fist. The third comes from behind—too slow. I let my wolf bleed into my muscles just enough. He flies ten feet and doesn’t get up. I don’t kill them. Dead men stop talking. By dusk, I am bleeding from three shallow cuts and one deep enough to sting every time I breathe.

His face was masked. The thought from the last night lingered in my mind, nagging me. I kept my gaze out of the window as we drove away. "Evara, you can open up to me about anything." Russo said, taking hold of my hand. He squeezed my fingers softly. "I know. I don't want you to lie to me like my family does. They never share anything with me. Catrin is murdered like Dariel. It wasn't merely an accident. The picture is bigger than my imagination." My throat tightened, I fought back tears.

He wasn't taking it back he was guiding her. His touch was firm, possessive, and entirely too understanding of the rage vibrating through her. "The men you just humiliated? They aren't businessmen," Devi whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "They’re hyenas. And they just lost their meal ticket." Cali jerked her hand away, shoving the gun into the front pocket of her oversized hoodie. "I’ve dealt with hyenas my whole life, Devi. Usually, they’re the ones holding the cameras or the ones calling themselves my family."

His hand finds hers underwater. class="western" align="left"> His voice is quiet, certain as he pulls her closer, Enzo lifts his head, as if sensing the weight of what’s being decided. You’ll need to be ruthless. Not cruel-ruthless. There’s a difference, cruelty is noise. Ruthlessness is mathematics. When the time comes, I won’t interfere. But I need to know you’re prepared for what comes after. The retaliation. The tests that follow tests. She looks at him agreement on her face as she says I think that they will always do that I’m a woman and they will always see that as a weakness for some anyway… but others will see it in my eyes and manner. Your gonna see a different side to me one who i