Whitty X Ruv Novels & Stories

"You're breaking up with me, huh? Your hand is ruined now. The hospital won't want you anymore. Your career is done for! Who else would want you but me?" I took a deep breath and slapped him with my left hand. Then, I knocked over the thermal container he had placed on the bedside table. Shaun was stunned. He couldn't believe that his usually calm and gentle girlfriend would lose her temper. I glared at him, my finger trembling as I pointed at him furiously.

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

the Guardian horse intoned, her voice rippling through Serenya’s lips, both a blessing and a command. The group straightened as one. Chests filled with breath, spines lengthened, eyes lifted from despair to determination. Cheyenne pressed the twins closer to her heart, her own eyes wet but fierce. “We rise,” she whispered. “And we stay W.I.L.D.” A low murmur of agreement spread through the gathered allies—vampire, witch, wolf, dragon, phoenix, Guardian—until it swelled into a vow. Not shouted, not screamed, but spoken like steel hammered into unbreakable shape.

I looked around the place, there were only a few people maybe because it was a bit early compared to the normal time that is crowded here. I quietly drank the wine and transferred it back to the bartender. I picked up my cellphone, as I have been doing ever since, I looked at his social media accounts again. I smiled bitterly when I found nothing new there. Ivann.. His last post was the same day he broke up with me. It's a picture of him, seriously looking at the camera while his background was the sky. I looked at his caption again. I'm going to fight so someday I can take you back.

I muttered so the people I was in a meeting with couldn't hear. "Not so good at math, but I'll say about fifty men." "Fucking hell, what the hell is in the truck." I whispered "Aren't we all curious?" "We are initiating cross fire in five minutes. Harley, Paulo, ready yourselves." Raul ordered. "I swear to God, I'm in no mood for this no violence rule." Harley gritted and I scoffed. I was counting down to when the chaos ensued, and it hadn’t taken five minutes for things to go downhill.

I looked at her in oblivion. " Willow Green is the capital for rumours. People will imagine stuff more than what you did when I entered the room and I don't want you to give that headache to me, because she doesn't give a shit,but I do. If they talk rubbish,I want to kick their asses and in order to save them, you gotta wear this. "

A sleek black SUV was waiting on the tarmac, and a driver in a crisp white shirt stood beside it. “Mr. Moretti, the driver greeted with a nod. “Welcome. Everything is prepared at the villa. “Thank you, James.” James opened the back door, and Matt helped me inside before sliding in beside me. The interior was cool-the air conditioning was a blessed relief-and impossibly luxurious. Leather seats.Tinted windows. Bottles of water waiting in the console. I grabbed one immediately, suddenly realizing how thirsty I was. Matt watched me with amusement. “Thirsty?”

I shrug my coat off and drop it by a bench at the side. “Who wants to spar?” My voice is cold. Everyone is silent until Luka, one of my newest recruits, cracks his neck and grins. “I’ll take a round.” Luka is six-foot-five and built like a tank, he’s not that much bigger than me but there’s a considerable difference. “Boss?” Viktor steps forward again. He plants himself between me and the mat, blocking Luka with an arm. “I don’t think this is advisable right now. Luka’s new and—.”

I quickly grab the handles of my wheelchair and push myself closer to her Wolf, trying to pull her back. But it was too late. Shantel stumbles backward, shock flashing across her face for a second before she shifts into her own wolf brown form with yellow eyes. She snarls back, regaining her composure just in time to launch herself at Ravenanna. "Stop it!" I shout, my voice rising with desperation but neither of them listens to me. Shantel jumps forward again, trying to sink her fangs into Ravenanna’s neck, but Ravenanna ducks just in time. She spins and rakes her claws down Shantel’s side, drawing blood.

After a few minutes of bypassing the security protocols, the folder finally opened. My heartbeat slowed. Company names filled the screen. Dozens of them. Each linked through shell corporations. Money moved between them in complicated patterns that made my stomach tighten. Some connected to known criminal organizations. Others to politicians. Private military contractors. Banks. International shipping companies. The deeper I scrolled, the colder I became. Then one name stopped me. Raven Holdings. Owner… Armani Rossi. My breathing caught. No. I clicked it. Transaction histories appeared. Shell companies. Offshore accounts. Payments routed through countries I'd never even visited.