The Ruthless Elimination Of Hurry Novels & Stories

Everyone kept on shifting uncomfortably in their seats, eyes scanning their folders like they didn't have it memorised and ready to present. ''Cancelled. This meeting is cancelled.'' I swirled the glass of red wine slowly, reading everyone's expression. ''Go and find better researches or I find new people for the job.'' My tone was dead serious. I could fire them all and get new people in twenty four hours. People were always at the beeline, packed for interviews and job opportunities. I didn't wait for their usual apologies and promising to do better. I exited the meeting in three long strides and took the elevator back up to my office.

"You never did know how to follow orders, did you?" I didn't dare respond. If I said I wasn't terrified, I'd be lying. The fear was suffocating, the anticipation already shredding me from the inside out. My body drenched in sweat trembled. His impatience flared, pure aggression radiating off him as he cocked the pistol. My eyes squeezed shut instinctively. "I'll wipe out your entire family as if Mason never existed," he hissed. The threat cut through me like shards of glass. "I'll kill you, but not like this. No, I'll do it in the most ruthless way imaginable." His voice was low, each word dripping with venom. I let out a shaky sob.

I was deeply lost in thought as I drove, my mind spinning with how to handle this situation perfectly. I needed to drop Zara off, then race home to set everything up for Skye. I didn’t want her to see me at their house first, it would kill the surprise, the anticipation, the magic of her walking straight into my arms tonight. I wanted every moment to feel special. How do I do this without being obvious? The perfect solution suddenly hit me: I’d drop her off a few blocks away from their house, then speed home. Simple. Clean. Exciting.

Vivian ordered coldly. ​CRUNCH—! ​Julian launched himself forward like a predatory beast unleashed from a cage, his massive frame crossing the three hundred yards of dark corridor with a blinding, monstrous velocity. He became a whirlwind of pure, low-tech destruction. His heavy tungsten blade flashed through the pale gloom, slicing cleanly through the crude iron masks of the first two raiders before they could even raise their rusted scrap-cleavers.

Still they didn’t lose hope and stood strong building their connections but Ralph would strike them whenever they thought they are going to prosper. No matter how many times Ralph attacked them, they withstood his wrath and rebuild their business again and again but there is a limit to everything. However there are no bounds to Ralph’s vengeance. It would be better if he just killed all of them at once but no, he chose the most cruel way to destroy them. It’s like killing a person slowly by inducing poison drop by drop and watch them suffer before slitting their throat. How sadistic?

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

The scent of leather and cold rain enveloped me, making my heart race. "You're late, sweetpea," Killian murmured, checking his watch. "12:02. I almost pressed upload." "You have what you want," I said, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to sound brave. "I’m here. Delete the video." Killian chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated right through my chest. He reached out, his thumb slowly tracing my jawline. His skin was freezing, sending a sharp jolt of electricity down my spine. "Delete it? We're just getting started, Hazel. You don't get off that easy."

I can't bear the thought of Hugh's dirty hands on her, his scent mingling with hers! As we circle each other, growls rumbling low in our throats, my mind churns with thoughts of vengeance - to kill! I’m desperate to tear Hugh apart, to rend flesh from bone until there’s nothing left but a memory! Just as I prepare to launch myself, the noise of the rain is suddenly overshadowed by the sound of hurried footsteps and panicked voices. My attention flickers towards the intrusion, and there they are - the pack, rushing to Hugh's aid without a second thought.

Alan stood up at once. the only thing he was proud of in his life was his passion of being that top model that everybody wants and now when he saw his name in the second place, he clenched his fists in rage. The rage was so steamy that his nails tore down his flesh making his palm bleed out of his closed fist.

There could be no hesitation. Ash moved with lethal grace, cutting through lines with a blade in one hand and a sidearm in the other. Each movement was fluid, precise, deadly. He found Henry at the center of a small skirmish, their eyes locking in a brief, icy moment of recognition. Without hesitation, Ash’s blade arced, striking with unflinching force, severing Henry’s head cleanly. The sound was horrendous, but necessary. The line of defense crumbled immediately after, morale shattered by the sudden brutality.