The Doomsday Ruthless Man Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Spread like cracks across every name. Celeste felt something break inside her. Like chains wrapping around her soul. She dropped. So did Elise. All around them, the robed people collapsed. "What's happening?" Damien yelled. Her father laughed. Coughed blood. "The binding. Everyone with the blood is connected now. And I own them all." He lifted his hand. Celeste felt her body move on its own. Felt herself standing. Walking toward Damien. Her hand reached for his gun. "No," she tried to say. Her mouth wouldn't work.

And this time, I wasn't going to play by the rules of the draft. I hit the ground. It was dirt. It smelled like rain and oil. I stood up and looked around. I was in a room I didn't know, holding a gun I didn't recognize. A man stepped out from the shadows. "You are early," he said. It was the Publisher. He looked young, healthy, and evil. "We haven't even started chapter one yet." I looked at him and smiled. It was the deadliest smile I had. "Then let's skip to the end," I said.

The cracking sound echoes through the forest. I don’t wait for orders. I leap forward into the fray. My claws flash, my body answering a call older than instinct. We fall into a rhythm before thought can catch up. He blocks a strike that was meant for me. I pivot under his arm and rake my claws deep into the rogue’s thigh. Caden digs his hand into the rogue’s hair and pulls, taking the head away from the body. Blood splashes over my clothes, and for a moment I’m startled.

His expression, and an annoyed Jenny, gave me a little sense of satisfaction. Then suddenly, the doors opened, making the room as quiet and cold as a graveyard. The Beta walked in, but he wasn’t alone, he was with Alpha Drax. The most handsome, yet terrifying man l’d ever seen, towering at over six feet tall. His physique gave off raw power, and his presence a chilling aura. His hair was black as coal, a well-shaped angular face with blue eyes that made him stand out more. His presence was enchanting, yet dangerous. It was giving a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

He unconsciously uttered and flips back the picture as he took it. As of now, I know you were reading this. If you want to see your wife alive or dead, you would see me alone where everything started. Your very old friend, Niklaus Pevlides After reading the hand written of the man he hated the most, it seemed his whole world stopped. He even almost crumpled the picture in so much anger. "Let's get out of here." Basil said grinding his teeth and lead the way out the Bar area. "What do we do now, thee mou (my lord)?" Della asked while following at his back.

Only one word came to her mind to describe his attitude, ruthless… Just who the hell was he? Well, it didn’t matter who he was. What mattered was that he was more dangerous than she had realised. His gorgeous appearance had blinded her, and she didn’t try to see beyond it. But the way in which he disposed of the rogue was an eye opener for her. If he could kill a man without even batting an eye, he was someone whom she shouldn’t have anywhere near her. She had to snap out of her damn heat and its haze and get rid of him once and for all.

There was silence for a few seconds before Vincent spoke. “Who the fuck is this new joker now?” Vincent tilted his head and walked towards the bed. “Whatever, I’ll just kill all of you and end this.” His eyes glowed red and his fangs jutted out of his lips. He charged his fist towards Darius’s face but he blocked Vincent’s fist right before it could hit his jaw. In a second, Vincent’s head was bashed against the floor. He couldn’t move and his entire strength was overpowered by Darius’s one muscular arm. Darius’s eyes glowed blue in the darkness, making him look like a feral beast.

Instead, her hand dipped into her pocket, her movements discreet but desperate. Before I could react, the room’s door swung open quietly, and a large figure slipped through. Heather’s accomplice—a broad-shouldered man with a grim determination etched onto his features—moved with a silent, predatory grace. His eyes locked onto me immediately, and without a word, he charged.

I muttered as the man grabbed hold of me , ready to lay me on the bed . "I wouldn't want to play games with you,the money before we get down to business and Why are you trying to romance me ,we agreed on twerking and stripping, I'm not your personal slut or sex toy , I strips not sex "I corrected and the man forcefully lay me over as he try to get over me, I push him off me and then Hit him with my shoe before running out of the room. Coming here to look for money was definitely a bad idea,there should be a way out .

The man didn't said anything but he just put a force on his hand and put her to unconscious using the force of his hand to her nape. 'Fuck... I-I'm losing—'Before Zelia could finish her thoughts, she falls asleep. Before she will stumble, the man immediately carry her like she's a pile of a socks. END OF CHAPTER 19