Young And Ruthless Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“That’s my girl.” They headed out not in the luxurious Rolls Royce, but in a massive, blacked-out SUV that looked more like an armored tank. Waiting for them outside were five other cars filled with Adrian’s most trusted men—his personal elite team, The Hounds. As they drove through the night, the city lights blurring past the windows, the atmosphere inside the car was tense but focused. Adrian held her hand on his lap, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on her skin. “Listen to me carefully,” he said, not looking at her but straight ahead. “When we get inside, things are going to be chaotic. There will be gunfire, there will be enemies. Your first instinct will be to run toward your father

He kept going through the numbers trying to confirm it, as it felt like a fantasy dream. "That sounds like a good investment for us." I responded. They both nodded positively "Your truly ruthless, Nikolas." Wren said with a wry smile as he glanced through the agreement. He always knew of my gruesome tactics in negotiation, yet his astonishment only grew stronger on every business deal I concluded. "I've to do what it takes to get my money back." I replied slowly relaxing back on my chair. A truly worthy conquest. I told myself quietly.

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."

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."

“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.

“Then we went from errand boys to men. We got the guns and drugs, we struck the deals, and we did the threatening. From top politicians to dirty celebrities. We were merciless when it came to dealing with them. Some we dragged down to filth, others who wouldn't give the boss exactly what he wants were either killed or incapacitated.” I swallowed hard. “We were young and in desperate need for money. That seemed to be the only way to take a step. I'm not trying to justify anything but my mom was dying of cancer, and my dad had gone weak after falling off a building he was cleaning. The owners didn't pay a dime and we couldn't afford a lawyer. I tried everything ranging from modeling to acting