Young And Ruthless Novels & Stories

. All he succeeded in doing was making Romero very angry and he had withdrawn his consent for the elderly man to retire. 'You dare to challenge me after all I have given you?' Romero snarled when he discovered the old man's plot to overthrow him, 'How fucking stupid are you, old man? You have forced my hand leaving me with no choice.' The ‘young upstart’ as his Uncle always called him used his new authority to dispose of his Uncl

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.

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?”

"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?"

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 ..."

“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

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.

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.