Young And Ruthless Romane & Geschichten

I feel him bend down to my level as I feel his breath on my neck making me grip hard onto the chair armrests. “You will be a part of my underworld crime organisation which your father hated all his life” his lips on my earlobe, his voice husky. “Where I am going to make you suffer every single moment of it while your father wails in sorrow” venom spilling through his words. “All the wait is gonna be worth it!” he moans in happiness, moving away from me. “Underworld crime organisation?” I mumble to myself. “The New York Mafia!” he describes further.

Ruthlessness. That’s what keeps me at the top.

That was all I needed, to get a hard-on because of a girl who, besides being only seventeen years old, used to pull the fast one on me. I tried to focus my attention on anything else, but it was impossible. Even the smell coming from that girl was sexy as hell. Everything about her exuded femininity, sensuality, there was nothing childish about her, except for the number that represented her age. Oh my God! Did I see all this in her when she was at the club the night she got pregnant? Did I lose my mind, on LSD, and actually rape her? It couldn't be possible! I couldn't be capable of it.

He's a billionaire who has the whole of Tokyo under his feet. Bryon... finds joy in cutting himself. He's someone who would orchestrate a brutal fight between two people just so he'd hear them screaming in pain. He only laughs when he sets and watches people fight for their lives. He's a mafia... a ruthless one at that. We were The Ruthless Elites, shaped by a world that had shown us nothing but pain. While I spent those six days with them, hearing Talon talking and laughing nonstop, all I could think about was Papillon.

Baden 15 years ago Young Blood What do they say about it? The old folks sitting at every square of villages? This young blood has such a fire in it, thirst, and hunger that could bring the fate of most powerful rulers to dust. If this generation wants, they could achieve what is forbidden, dangerous, and unattainable. They are the rebels who spit anger on the unacceptable ways of society. They challenge every law on their way to maturity even if it could cost them dreadful consequences. A few clever ones consider every man a fool in front of their elevated courage. They are the beings who if given little power, can overthrow the gods that punish them.

Dominic’s POV People call me ruthless. They say it like an insult, but to me it’s survival. Ruthless means no hesitation, no weakness, no room for someone to get close enough to destroy or hurt. It means control, absolute control, over every piece of my world. I don’t bend. I don’t yield. And I damn well never lose. That’s what they see of me. That’s what I’ve built. But what no one knows, what I never allow anyone to see even a glimpse, is that under all the steel, under the sharp edges and discipline, there is something else. A wound. A hunger. And it terrifies me more than anything else in this world.

“Don’t you feel even a little bit guilty?” “Guilty?” The voice on the other end was dripping with mockery. “Why would I feel guilty? I go after what I want, fight for it, and I always make sure I get it. Yeah, you can call me ruthless, say I’m despicable. So what?” There was a pause, then the voice sounded proud, even pleased. “I won.” Raina replied quietly, “Oh yeah?”

She did not want anything bad to happen to her father. "What are you doing here?" she asked in such a wary tone that Russol Sullivan turned his head instinctively. The distinctive stern facial proportions still showed how handsome the middle-aged man still looked in his mature age. Nightroe had indeed inherited almost all the DNA of his father, the most powerful mafia in the South. Perhaps it was also the case that the man duplicated the dark side, so it was no wonder Nightroe could be so ruthless. "Your father's condition is already so critical. The doctor says surgery will be necessary. They are still waiting for your approval and ..."

Author's NOte: Ruthless Love- MIAN LEADS Taehyung Kensington ; Age 28 In the shadowed alleys of the city, where whispers of dread weave through the night air like sinister threads, there exists a figure feared even among the most hardened souls. Taehyung Kensington, a name that strikes terror into the hearts of those who dare utter it, is the ruthless orchestrator of a blood-thirsty mafia empire. With piercing eyes that betray no hint of compassion and a demeanor as cold as the steel of the weapons he wields with deadly precision, Taehyung is a man devoid of humanity, his conscience drowned in the murky depths of his own insatiable thirst for power and revenge.

“And heavier at the same time.” I let out a small laugh. “Is that even possible?” “With you?” she smiles. “Apparently.” I didn't say anything or answer her, there’s a pause, comfortable but thoughtful. “My brother has always been like that” she says suddenly. “Carrying things until they hollow him out.” I look up. “Like what?” I asked, curious “Responsibility, loyalty and guilt.” She shrugs. “He mistakes suffering for strength.” My fingers curl around my cup, the word loyalty makes me so mad