The Doomsday Ruthless Man Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 Chapter Two Kamari’s Pov I opened my eyes slowly as a heavy splash of cold water hit my face. I stared at my surrounding I was still my house in my kitchen but something was different. My hands and legs were tied to a chair, my entire body soaked with water, my hair dripping with water, Did something happened?. I was seated on a chair and in front of me no other person than the Muderer—Luciano De Rossi. “Welcome back, Kamari. I didn’t realise that three buckets full of water would wake you up from your slumber." Luciano beamed from where he stood. He stared directly at me as he spoke, his deep blue eyes boring in mine.

“You let Raven talk to me anyhow, your first night here isn't going to be a pleasurable one. What she said might be true, you might be my mate but you are nothing compared to who I am. I'll make your life miserable and you would wish that you had died instead.” He turned towards one of the guards. “Strip her and throw her in the cooling area. Increase it to the highest. If you notice she's dying, switch it off, let her regain her strength a bit and then continue. Suit yourself up and whip her. NOTE, she must not die or else you would have yourself to blame.” At that point, I knew I was done for. There's no one coming to save me here. Another question etched in my head was what Raven called m

This man was going to kill me. "No!" Just as I turned to run away his arm stuck out like a whip, pulling me into his body. "GET YOUR GOD DAMN HANDS OFF ME ASSHOLE!" The rage and the frustration grew inside me and I was at my breaking point. I was so done with being tossed around like some rag doll. I was going to make this asshole pay.

A dark shape loomed in the center, surrounded by snarling rogues. Liana lay pinned to the floor. One rogue’s muzzle close to her throat. Kael's eyes flared silver. The world slowed. He charged. The fight was brutal. Kael tore through the rogues with pure, instinctive violence. Claws and teeth, raw strength—and rulership. The rogues fell, one by one, bloodied and broken. Kael’s own body shifted mid-battle, half-wolf, half-man. His voice was a growl between snarls.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 67: Obsession in Motion The fellow is far from being done. The level of aggressiveness coursing through him is unlike anything Amanda has felt in a very long time. It’s raw. It’s primal. It’s dangerous. Her back arches against the bed in an impossible angle—an arch so deep it seems she might snap in two. And still, he doesn’t let her go.

I seethed boldly, mucus dripping from my nostrils. “Exactly what I love...” he chuckled, returning to the sofa, “A sharp tongue. More reason why I’m grateful I spent a dime on you.” I gurgled loudly, tears filling my eyes and trailing down my cheeks. I didn't speak, not when my neck was literally on fire, like the flesh was going to pull out. The door burst open, revealing a muscular man with a long braided beard. He was Alpha Rheagor, the one Doom spoke about, the 'pleasure monger,' and now, I didn't know who to be more scared of.

"W— what are you going to do?" The leader of the thugs chuckled. "I see, you want to play the hero for the beautiful lady, isn't it? You'll regret it." "We'll see," the warm stranger replied confidently. And in an instant, the men charged at him. Yet right before my eyes, I saw him move way too fast as he stopped the bats coming at him with one thrust of his left hand. The sheer force from his arm sent his attackers flying across the alley. All I heard was the sickening sounds of bones breaking as they hit the walls of the buildings standing beside us.

a voice suddenly called out. A mysterious man approached, making her jolt in shock. He was dressed ruggedly in a torn yellow raincoat that looked like he wore nothing underneath. His breath was so foul her nose twitched when he spoke. “How may I help you?” she asked, her voice trembling. She hated that she was showing fear, but she couldn’t help it. He smirked, licking his lips disgustingly. “Nothing. Just wondering what a pretty lady like you is doing out on an empty street. Can I buy you a drink, my love?”

She was pretending to browse through a large hardcover, though Avyanna could tell from her stiff posture and darting eyes that she was on edge. Ruth looked up and nodded as Avyanna approached. “Took you long enough,” she whispered, closing the book without looking at it. “They're almost here.” “Who is it this time?” Avyanna asked quietly, sliding into the seat across from her, voice flat. “An associate of Delgado. One of Mendez’s rivals, technically… but not exactly safer.” Ruth’s eyes flicked toward the far side of the room where a shadow had just moved past the shelves. “He won’t recognize you, which is why I asked you to come.”