Young And Ruthless Novels & Stories

"Oh, please! I'm nothing like those sickly annoying clichés the teenagers fawn about. Tell me one thing that's cliché about me, I dare you." I smirked at him. "Hmm... let's see." I thought for a while and made a show of counting my fingers as I started listing out. "For one, you're that clichéd youngest billionaire, the most eligible bachelor." I made finger quotation gesture at that. "And oh, how can I forget the arrogant, rude, ruthless, cold, stone-hearted, cru-"

"Oh, please! I'm nothing like those sickly annoying cliches the teenagers fawn about. Tell me one thing that's cliche about me, I dare you." I smirked at him. "Hmm... let's see." I thought for a while and made a show of counting my fingers as I started listing out. "For one, you're that cliched youngest billionaire, the most eligible bachelor." I made finger quotation gesture at that. "And oh, how can I forget the arrogant, rude, ruthless, cold, stone-hearted, cru-"

The older wolf snarls as he slams his crane on the floor. “We kill her off before other packs track her down here!” “Then let them be! I am getting bored of how lax our society has become!” “Peace brings more fortune to the mafia as it is, you fool! We are meant to operate behind the scenes, not to expose us to the world!” “I see…” Russell gives a look of contempt. “It seems your age has made you a coward. You were more ruthless as I’ve remembered growing up.” “My recklessness brings consequences, Russell. I lost her because of this.” His expression turns somber.

"You must very love him," "Of course! I love everyone too, they are my precious family!" "You're very lucky," "I think so!" "Then, who's next? is that all?" Next up is Richard, the youngest son who is naughty and very brave. We call him a figure who has no fear. He fights wild dogs, catches wild boars alone, challenges Randall to wrestle just to find out how strong he is and fighting with Vincent. I'm so sorry for the wound on your arm because of the arrow, if you don't dodge, it can be very dangerous!"

Two days later Grasis’s POV I am Grasis, a cruel and ruthless mafia man who just love to torture others. By torture other, I get pleasure so that I can forget my painful memories. I do not hurt any innocent but I love to torture sinful people. In this bloody adventure, I started drinking blood and rape the girls. I hated my mother so I hate every woman of this word until I met her. She was innocent, she was pure. I just want to keep her with me. I do not want to take her free. I torture her, I give her pain but all was because of love, my immense love.

This was the first time she was looking at him properly. His hair was jet black and looked smooth and silky. He was gorgeous. Why does a ruthless Alpha have to be so good-looking? A few of his strands stick to his forehead. Grabbing them softly with her fingertips she cleaned his forehead and then proceeded to do the last touch-ups. He could simply have a shower but no, he had to torment her for doing a blunder. "D...done..." She stuttered moving back. He opened his eyes and her breath got caught in her throat. His eyes. Those dark hues always look at her as if he could see right through her soul. His eyes were beautiful but there was this darkness lurking in those depths of his pools that t

He took the last piece of me. How cruel can the world get?

Kairo’s deep voice suddenly startled me in the quiet car. I threw him a cold side glance and immediately returned to my phone screen, completely ignoring his face. "That behaviour is really mature, Nia," he muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead. "Hmmm." "What the hell is that grunt supposed to mean?" I didn't even raise my head from the screen. "It means that a dominant male who literally bribes another warrior with pack resources to dump his girlfriend, and then starts a violent bar fight in a public lodge, has absolutely zero right to preach to my wolf about maturity."

But every family has its secrets. Avinash Rane A 20-year-old boy. RudraNeel's nephew. A boy with a wicked mind, who dreams of taking over the underworld at a young age. His parents want him to stay away from Rudra and the underworld, but he is the one who would mend his ways to remain close to them.

The next morning, I had woken up to an empty bed, I had slept too much to even realize that he had left. I rushed downstairs, Rachel sat on the couch, watching Television, that was rather awkward, she hardly ever sits to watch anything and here she was so early in the morning face first to the TV. “What’s going on?” I asked, raising a brow at her. “What do you mean?” She asked back “I’m watching TV” she added almost angrily. “You never watch TV” I pointed out. “I might as well start…stocks in the company have started plummeting and my friends no longer want to hang out with me” she said, acting like a child whose friends abandoned her.