Young And Ruthless Novels & Stories

Outgoing and flirtatious, he handled the pack's alliances, his silver tongue diffusing tensions that fists couldn't. Riven, the youngest at twenty-one, was a force of raw energy, his frame massive and bulky, like a linebacker forged in the wild... thick thighs, barrel chest, and arms that could crush bone. His features were rugged, a square jaw shadowed with stubble, deep-set green eyes that burned with protective fervor, and wild dark curls that fell to his shoulders. Fiercely loyal and hot-tempered, he was the enforcer, guarding the pack's borders with unyielding vigilance.

He is so full of himself and arrogant. He is a good person Sav, I think he likes you a lot...I mean a lot. This is the first time he brought a date. We are really surprised! Sometimes, people are being carried away by his position, but as far as I know him and from my personal point of view, he is kind-hearted and a good man. There are talks about his ruthlessness, especially towards women, but I am not a witness to those. I have never seen him with a woman on his side, believe me! It's always talk and gossip by the media. Maybe, it was part of his image to have it that way. He was a widow for many many years and I did not hear a single name attached to him. It's just being ruthless, and a

Alex's POV I walked into my organization with a smile and everyone scurried to their seats. James walked towards me with a grin on his face. "So are you ready to lose your company?" He asked. I looked at him before looking outside. "I don't think you should talking to me early in the morning." I answered He chuckled. "You're still arrogant." "I can't stop being arrogant, I'll fight to the end." "Death is the end," he reminded with a smirk. "Be ready to pay the price just like Lisa because you'll be the next person walking out of this organization."

His hand was clenched tight around the glass, his eyes were intense. Inwardly, he was cursing himself. He always mulled over his mistakes and tried to learn from them and vowed to never repeat them. His brothers loved him so much that they couldn't punish him for his unforgivable mistakes. He was feeling blessed as there was no room for an apology in his ruthless world. He knew the sentence for mistakes in the dark mafia world. His expression was hard. He wanted to be somewhere else. In the dungeon - Drawing blood from his enemy's bodies, taking out his frustration.

Harry faced Yasmine with a faint smile. “Yes you're right, I'm ruthless. I've done irrevocable things that no indulgence can wipe out and I don't regret any of it. I would do it over and over again in a heartbeat because they made me who I am now." Harry said with a straight face. “And who exactly are you? Who are you Harry Robinson? A ruthless killer? A multi billionaire mafia boss? Is that who you are?" Yasmine scoffed.

He still hadn't turned around or sensed my presence and I was going to use the element of surprise against him. "Well well well, what do we have here?" A wall of muscle in a black expensive suit intercepted my path and I looked up immediately. Cold blue eyes, coal dark hair, cruel handsome face, pale white skin and a wicked, twisted smile. There were men like Andre that were cold, tactical, domineering and ruthless, that would never take no for an answer or tolerate any disrespect. They would address any fuck up as soon as it occurred. And then, there were men like Roma that were infinitely more wicked, twisted, reckless and unhinged. They would take an insult with a smile one moment and mur

Ruthless. And it didn’t care which girl won. It only wanted a body.

“You lied about your age, but every inch of you is exactly what I want. Every. Fucking. Inch.” The limo pulls away, tail lights fading like the last warning before the hunt begins. My jaw tightens, and a wicked grin spreads across my face. “She’s mine. Fuck anyone who thinks otherwise.” To Be Continued…

Without waiting for a response, I grab my fruit place with the intention of walking away. He grabs my forearm and yanks me back with so much force, I fall onto his sturdy chest with a shriek. "Let go of me!" I struggled and writhe in his arms, however, his grib on me is harsh. Cold. Just like him. " Let go of me, Adrrik!" An overwhelming burst of strength rushes through me, the next thing I know, I twirl around and deliver a sharp slap to his cheeks. I don't know what came over me.