Young And Ruthless Novels & Stories

He isn’t comparing or anything but being hardly adult he still thinks about these things. All the events of past have destroyed his childhood, his teen aging and he lost good part of his personality for his father. He seems creepy but he is okay with it. If wanting to be loved is creepy then he is creepy. He is pathetic, he is anything this world thinks of someone who want to be loved. No one went through that so they don’t know and for the first time he doesn’t give anyone the leverage to rule over him, to judge him. They can go fuck themselves or anything. He like Jonathan and he feels it right.

An evil grin appeared on my face seeing her that way. I stood there for a while, about One minute and thirty seconds wanting to say something which I decided to let it pass. I enjoyed watching the way she trembled in front of me and was scared to look at me like I was the Devil, the same idea people had about me, the key word was ruthless. I enjoyed it anyway as being in the business world makes me get tougher. It really was not a crime for me to enjoy the affluence I had created, the way I want, even if it means been ruthless.

"Well, that young man seems to fancy making videos. We plan on making one that he will never forget! Once that young girl is brought here, we will strip her naked and snatch her phone and go live on the young people's app, F******k right? Yea, F******k! "Then I'll have my boys toy with her while the world watches! I would love to see how broken that young man would be and how fast he can rush down here to save her!" "Hahaha," Brooks laughs. "For a ruthless man, you sure live up to your name, Mr. Douglas! I doubt my father can stand up to your ruthlessness!"

Eleanor flinched, as if he’d struck her. Richard’s voice dropped further, raw and uneven. “They’re not like the Yakuzas you know. They don’t believe in control only chaos. They’re not driven by honor or money, only vengeance. Every single one of them is mentally unstable. If they truly raised the children I had with Amara…” He stopped mid-sentence, dragging both hands through his greying hair, trembling slightly. “…then they’ve created demons not people. Demons built to kill me.” Silence. Only the ticking clock on the wall dared to move.

Alpha Kai Rage is a living thing. It coils in my chest, hot and suffocating, crawling beneath my skin like fire ants with teeth. Every breath I take tastes like ash and humiliation. Every step echoes with the knowledge that I was played outmaneuvered by my own right hand, betrayed under my own roof, weakened in the eyes of my pack. Jackson and Aliya.

He's the flirty and cocky type of person who thinks everyone is into him, which annoys me a lot. I went back to yesterday on the way he acted and didn't even harm me like, I thought he would. Not that he'd ever harm me because he never harmed me before, in fact, I did all the harming to him, and it's like he let me do it. I know Leonardo is strong since he took over his family at the age of eighteen when his father step down. Leonardo is brave and ruthless, he kills and isn't even afraid of death. Death is scared of Leonardo!

I sucked in a deep breath as we stepped out of the car. *** Mateo, who was wearing a black suit with a white button-down shirt that he paired with a black tie, slowly came walking over to me once he was done socializing with his friends. He's only twenty-seven years old, and he has to carry the heavy burden of being the savior of the mafia. I used to think it was unfair to him. Come to think of it now, the role suits him pretty well. I looked over at Mila who was playing with Umberto's daughter and a little blonde boy under the Christmas tree. She seems happy, content, and accepting of our current situation.

Rafael leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh as if the weight of their combined truths was p ressing down on all of us. "You’ve always been known as cruel and ruthless in the business world... Maybe this time, you need to be just as ruthless to your fate too.”

“I’m telling you to be ruthless.” The word hung there. Ruthless. “Keep your distance,” she continued, “But fire on all cylinders.” For a moment, I saw her—the Natalie I’d known for years. Unforgiving. Quick. Heavy-handed with enemies. The kind of person who didn’t lose sleep over moral dilemmas like the rest of us. And God help me… maybe we needed that right now. Maybe it was time to stop playing defense and start crushing the board before Peter could reach for another piece.

He clapped his hands together like a child given a new toy. Despite his light-heartedness, I knew the truth. Yaz was just as ruthless as any of us, capable of inflicting unimaginable pain without batting an eyelash. In fact, his tendency to enjoy the gruesomeness made him all the more dangerous. "This isn't a fun game, Yaz," I reminded him, my voice clipped. "Of course not," he chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "As long as I'm by your side, any mission is fun."