Young And Ruthless Novels & Stories

And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.

No one could tell where he'd be after the war. They called me ruthless; some even called me cold and soulless. I had answered a lot of names throughout my reign as alpha of the red Lotus pack and even before then. But then, I was not simply ruthless but ruthlessly protective of my own. Of my pack, my woman, my family, my child and in my opinion, that was a ruthlessness that every man needed. I had a soul, a soul that longed for the blood of my enemies and anyone who dared to wrong me or stand in my way.

I sighed, walking back up the stairs to stay out of Don Vito's sight. ******* The life of a mafia is as ruthless as death itself. The experience at Don Vito's mansion is enough to describe the life of every mafia. The constant killing, the drugs... There's no room for peace in their midst. It's all about danger, death, killing, drugs, guns... There are so many words to describe the life of a mafia. It's just so terrible. I still remember what Karen and I faced in Don Vito's place. How he'd make us do things we don't want to do.

She didn’t answer. She had him figured out now: Alexander Vanderbilt was powerful, yes—but also ruthless, impulsive, and strangely juvenile in the most dangerous way. He wanted to win at everything, even in love, even in bed. He needed to be chosen, even by a woman he claimed not to care for.

“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

Hearing that chilled voice, he nodded and turned around back in the rain to complete the work as soon as he can. Mr Alan Richards, a twenty three year old model is the scariest creature in the underworld. No one knows that the man who portrays in advertisment on the television is someone who runs this dead grave drug business at night behind the scenes. Alan had inherited a lot of illegal businesses from his family, modeling was something that he wanted to do out of passion.

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!

It's time I bring out something on them. some will say I play dirty, but I disagree. I play nasty. My lips curl evilly, Kauris will cry after this. _____________ Killian The usual silence of my basement is now filled with the helpless cries of an innocent girl. She's paying for something she didn't do, it's unfair but newsflash is how things work in the real world. The people you associate yourself with are either your greatest treasures or your inevitable demise. "Please," she cries as Vector secures the chain around her wrist.

“You’re a worthless piece of shit like everyone in this damn country” “I might be a piece of shit but I tell you at the end of this fight, I’ll have your head on my paws” I sprinted forward with a little fear in my mind. I knew this wasn’t just any rogue werewolf, it was ranvir the feared. He was like the boogeyman for kids my age. Ranvir always targeted younger werewolves to kill in the most ruthless manner possible.

Rage came fast and unfiltered, like a defense mechanism forged in a house where love had always come with bruises. So he chose a world where violence was honest, where power was currency and fear was respected. The underworld did not ask him to heal, it asked him to be ruthless. And he was. He was efficient, detached, and untouchable. Women were never a temptation to him. Never a thought. His hatred and his discipline ran too deep for desire to find a foothold. He kept his distance, his rules rigid, and his life controlled down to the smallest detail. Until now.