Novel & Cerita Young And Ruthless

"What does that make me?" "Strong. Powerful. Someone who can't be manipulated by family guilt." "Or someone who's become just like you." The words hang between us. "Ruthless, cold, and willing to sacrifice anything and anyone for what I want." His eyes flash. "Is that such a bad thing?"

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."

“Hey, Cali.” I turned in my seat, eyeing the young man who had sidled up to my side. “Hey, YB.” I gave him a smile. “You doing ok?” His eyebrows shot up as he chuckled. “Hey, that was going to be my line.” “Sorry.” I gave a small shrug. YB was young. Younger than me by several years and from what Truth had told me, been hanging around the club since he was fourteen. Desperate to patch in. Which he had done only a year ago. The youngest patched member they had. Hence the name Young Blood.

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.

It's time I bring out something on them. some will say I play dirty, but I disagree. I play nasty. My lips curl evilly, Kauris will cry after this. _____________ Killian The usual silence of my basement is now filled with the helpless cries of an innocent girl. She's paying for something she didn't do, it's unfair but newsflash is how things work in the real world. The people you associate yourself with are either your greatest treasures or your inevitable demise. "Please," she cries as Vector secures the chain around her wrist.

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.

“Say it like you mean it.” “You’re a bastard,” I whispered, my voice tight with rage. “Maybe,” he said, that maddening smirk never leaving his lips. “But say it.” I closed my eyes for half a heartbeat, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne—clean, sharp, and unbearably familiar. When I opened them, I met his gaze full-on. “I’ll be your assistant and your mistress,” I said, each word pulled from the depths of my pride. His smirk faded into something darker—something almost hungry.

Even Adrian stiffened. He looked younger up close. Clean-cut. Calm. Calculated. His eyes were like ice—devoid of emotion. He wore no badge, no name tag, just a thin comms wire wrapped along his jawline. Not one of Adrian’s men. Not one of Victor’s either. A rogue player. Elena’s heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t recognize the man, but she could feel it—this wasn’t just some freelancer. This was someone who had been waiting, watching, and he’d just declared his hand.

“I’m sure that includes you. That’s probably why you bid such a ridiculous amount.” The young man’s expression did not change. “I bet even the new Head of the De Luna Syndicate would fight for her,” Valdez continued mockingly. “They say he likes young girls, enjoys destroying their innocence until death becomes their only escape.” A quiet hum escaped the young man. “You speak as if this new head is an absolute lunatic.” His eyes shifted to the girl. When their gazes met, she quickly looked away. “He’s called the Young Tiger of the De Luna Syndicate,” Valdez went on. “Mysterious. Ruthless. Even crueler than his predecessor.”

They would be rather reckless if they have not assured that the house has indeed been cleared. And reckless is about how they are going to get, or should I rather say ruthless. We have just bare witness to a scuffle amongst themselves where the one has gone as boldly as ending the life of the other. They are here with intent, and it seems that not even their own shall stand in their way.