Young And Ruthless Novels & Stories

"Yes, everything is fine. I just needed to meet with Don Xander. Can you arrange it?" Her cousin, Alexander Blackwood, is a notorious Mafia leader. Popularly known as Don Xander. He's the most powerful and feared Mafia in the country-not only here but the whole world. Everyone knows how ruthless and cunning he is, though, he was known for his tendency to sleep around with different girls and, whatever he set his mind to, he get it. I had met him once, and that was when I attended Kayla's parents' birthday party. Though he didn't stay long, during those few minutes before he left, he kept staring at me as if I'm some kind of meal he was about to have.

“You don’t have to let this break you. You could have what Karl has. I could give you a child, Khalid. An heir. Imagine the scandal, the power, the way it would shake him to his core.” Khalid turned on her, his eyes blazing. “You?” He laughed bitterly, a harsh, cruel sound. “You think you could ever compare to Isabella?” Aura stiffened, but he pressed on, his words like knives. “Isabella is pure, untouched by the filth of court politics until my brother dragged her into it. She’s loyal, graceful, the kind of woman who makes men burn with desire but still commands respect. And you—” He sneered, letting his gaze sweep over her disdainfully. “You’re a bed everyone’s shared. A scandal wrapped in

The nefarious underworld feared the very mention of their code names ! Talon was cold, ruthless and arrogant, unlike his elder brothers who exuded warmth and affection, winning the popularity contest by a mile. However, the clan owed most of their victories, safety and innovations to Talon whose bold and courageous moves made the clan an untouchable and impenetrable fortress from any enemy.

Eyes sharp as broken glass. Vulture leaned forward into the camera. The same steel threaded through him. Age hadn’t dulled him either. They stared at each other for a moment. Not as enemies. Not yet. Just as two old wolves measuring the distance between instincts and ruin. “She’s not well,” Vulture began, voice low. “And I’m not just talking about ambition or vengeance. I’m talking about cruelty for pleasure. About butchered girls, stolen infants, and soldiers she’s trained like war dogs since they were children.”

He is a rapist. I would never kill an innocent person. Killing these bastards itself traumatizes my mind. No- killing someone. But all I feel is satisfaction when someone like this dies. Violence is something I don't favor. But if the situation demands, I won't hesitate. Because they are dangerous to society, I have no option but to kill them. And ruthless is something I got named for because I am the leader of the Russian mafia. I am not the leader of the Russian mafia from the start. To be honest I am an orphan. And this is not how I expected myself to be when I was smaller.

I just shrugged and mumbled, “Okay.” As I expected, that didn’t please her. “I hate you! I hate your face, your voice, everything about you! I hope you’ll die while we are on the mission!” she angrily yelled. The boy behind her stopped and calmed her down. “Stop it, Av3,” he said. “No, I won’t!” I stood up from my bed. “Let her go, Av2,” I told him. This is our code. I’m Av1, which stands for Agent Valentine 1. We are the assets of the Valentine Mafia of South Carolina.

Well, that's if my life was still in danger. " You know who Bryce is. You know his reputation. They call him ruthless and for a good reason, too. Maybe you have never seen that side of him but I wouldn't call him kind. He is ruthless and very vengeful. His enemies don't just end up paying with their lives, they pay with more than that. " " He is not a good guy. He doesn't have a heart either. I have seen him kill, without batting an eyelid, like it's nothing. I know it sounds harsh, but it is the truth. My young brother is heartless, ruthless, and emotionless. "

This director is really ruthless ! ...

By the age of thirteen, I had learned the names of all the great families and how to kill them best. He turned me ruthless. He turned me deadly. He turned me unstoppable. And yet, somehow, I was standing opposite Rocco De Luca—the most ruthless man in the underworld—and he was staring at me as if I were a puzzle he wished to disassemble. The air was filled with the scent of sweat, blood, and whiskey. Underground fight clubs existed—raw, unfiltered, and brutal. The warehouse, dimly lit, was full of it. The horde of men roared as fists landed against flesh, as bones cracked under sadistic force.

I was frightened for no reason. Dante studied me for a second. He shook his head. "He's the king. He's more powerful than the territories around him." He leaned in slightly, his expression was masked. Dariel never hid his emotions in front of me, Dante was the opposite. "I never want to keep anything from you or lie to you, Buttercup." He paused, exhaled softly. I nodded my head in acknowledgement. "We're the mafia. Only those of highranked people know about us. Touching us, harming us, it's never easy. But..." Dante glanced over my shoulder, his gaze met his twin. I swiveled my neck and found Russo looking at us. He returned to his conversation with his family. "Things get complicated when