Short Story Ruthless Novels & Stories

He is a part of the Russian Bratva, known for their brutality and lack of mercy. The depth of his ruthlessness becomes clear. “You used me, you despicable bastard!” I scream, gripping the bars tightly. “I’m nothing more than a pawn in your sick game. You’re willing to risk everything for power?” The comprehension of his true intentions fills me with disgust.

This man is sending me on a suicide mission and he knows it. That's utterly impossible. “It's exactly what you're thinking Adrian. Get the job done.” He states, not a single emotion crossing his face. “This is the same thing as asking me to kill myself. Nobody can get to this man.” I've heard rumors about him. Nikolai Rostov. The most ruthless man in the whole of Russia. Каратель ( The punisher ) That’s what they call him and I know that he shouldn’t be dwelt with.

He gritted his teeth. “I was a crying mess, looking at him I became scared. He already had beaten me quiet some times. He stood right in front of me and crouched down to my mother’s dead body. He laughed right at her face. He gripped my chin and spatted at my face. His slap still hurts. He threw me out of my own house, in the middle of night. I was just in my night ware and was holding a photo frame. He kicked me out and closed the door. I kept standing there outside the door in the waiting that he will open the door but nothing. That was the first night when I saw how ruthless New York is. It can beat the peace out of you.” He wiped his tears and cleared his throat. “That day I met Jim. I w

By the age of thirteen, I had learned the names of all the great families and how to kill them best. He turned me ruthless. He turned me deadly. He turned me unstoppable. And yet, somehow, I was standing opposite Rocco De Luca—the most ruthless man in the underworld—and he was staring at me as if I were a puzzle he wished to disassemble. The air was filled with the scent of sweat, blood, and whiskey. Underground fight clubs existed—raw, unfiltered, and brutal. The warehouse, dimly lit, was full of it. The horde of men roared as fists landed against flesh, as bones cracked under sadistic force.

No one could tell where he'd be after the war. They called me ruthless; some even called me cold and soulless. I had answered a lot of names throughout my reign as alpha of the red Lotus pack and even before then. But then, I was not simply ruthless but ruthlessly protective of my own. Of my pack, my woman, my family, my child and in my opinion, that was a ruthlessness that every man needed. I had a soul, a soul that longed for the blood of my enemies and anyone who dared to wrong me or stand in my way.

It seemed like that instead of solving something so simple directly, he insisted on doing it by going around the bush. This man was not willing to give someone a straightforward death instead he would look for a way to make them cry tears of blood. He was the same when he was dealing with her as well, this man was simply ruthless when he wanted to, he could be ice cold one second and then smiling bastard another second, it was scary to think that this man was such a lunatic.

At that moment, Daniel Bruno's car raced along winding roads carved through high green mountains. On one side of the road, towering mountains stood guard, while on the other, deep, dark ditches loomed ominously. Daniel's face was flushed red with anger. Rais Bruno had crossed the line this time, attacking him relentlessly despite knowing Tasha was with him. Fueled by fury, Daniel pressed the accelerator hard as his guards returned fire at Rais Bruno's men chasing them. The sharp cracks of gunfire echoed through the night, heightening the tension.

“Domineering CEOs are not lunatics beyond the law. They can’t kill people just because they want to.” The hope in Ruth’s eyes vanished, and she said in disappointment. “Then you’re useless.” Abel was speechless. Although he had seen her unscrupulous side, he had not expected she would be even more so when drunk. Kill them? And he was useless because he could not kill them? “I’m still useful,” he told her. “How so?” “Aren’t you short on cash? I can teach you how to earn money.” “How?” Abel was struck speechless.

Alpha Caden fumed back at Madison and she screamed in frustration. “So what? Did I not help you with that horrible beast when I got my wolf back? Which reminds me you have a lot of explaining to do as regards having an enchanted forest in the back of your pack land!” Madison screamed at the Alpha and he rubbed his temple as though he was dealing with an errant child, Madison did not appreciate the gesture.

a more elderly man agreed until they were all talking angrily amongst themselves. “Gentleman, Gentleman!" I called. “Edric was a cruel man indeed, but does that mean we repay him with the same cruelty? He has been merciless to me among many during his rule, but I will NOT allow any man to starve into a slow and painful death, no matter his crimes. That is not who we are, and we will not respond to ruthlessness with that of our own! We WILL be better than that. Better than the example he led by.” I waited a moment before I continued to allow what I said to sink in and to watch the response on their faces. But so far, it seemed they all understood my reasoning.