Romans & histoires Ruthless Games

She slammed her hands together, crushing his head, and he exploded where he stood. Calvin and Alice finally saw the Alpha up close. “Ruth?!” Calvin shouted, completely shocked, unable to believe his eyes. He had been sure she was dead—ambushed, shot dozens of times, and burned alive in her house. Nothing should have allowed her to survive. And yet here she was, brutally driving her claws into hunter after hunter, flames and bullets bouncing off her, unstoppable. Calvin and Alice raised their guns and pulled the triggers—but Ruth had already moved on, taking down the next target. The other hunters, in fear, fired blindly, killing some of their own team.

He nudged me away with his elbow, eyes still locked on the screen. I huffed but sat back. “Alright, what’s it called?” “Call of Duty.” I blinked. “And who says I don’t know Call of Duty?” Rhett didn’t answer. He was too focused. I grinned mischievously and, without warning, reached for his tablet and exited the game. “Oh, come on, Ruby!” Rhett groaned, tossing the tablet onto the bed. “I was almost done!” I giggled. “Now you are done!”

This torture on her can stop only if you play this game. - What is the damn game? I was getting angrier by the second. - How well do you know Rita? - What does this have to do? - This is the game! Every time you give a bad answer your precious Rita will have to suffer. Every good answer will bring you closer to her. More bad answers mean more suffering from her until she suffers no more. I froze instantly she just threatened Rita by killing her. - What kind of twisted game is this? Don’t you dare touch her!

Aren't I? Lot of things are happening at the table we sat. Negotiations, arguments and a lot. But nothing goes into my mind. I am looking for the document they are going to give me. I'll sign them and get out and get this thing done this night. When they gave me the papers, all I heard is Jonathan saying, "you are a curse to my family. You are a shame. You are a worthless piece of shit just like your mother." The next thing I know is he was on floor. It is Alexander who knocked him down. The next second,he is dislocating Jonathan's arm like he did to the thug last time. The lawyers rushed to their aid- Alexander's lawyer to Alexander's aid and Jonathan's lawyer to Jonathan's aid. When they w

They even posted all sorts of negative comments like— "Plagiarism kills originality! Plagiarists suck!" "Guys! Don't! Download! This! Game!" "Plagiarists deserve a special place in hell!" "Rubik is trash! Hope they shut down soon!" "I'll just treat the money I put into the game as the company's funeral expenses. I hope everyone at Rubik rests in peace." Suffering from such an impact, the number of active gamers on every game under Rubik Corporation plummeted and the amount of credit reloads neared zero. Rubik Corporation posted another announcement saying that their new game had no connection with Galeforce at all.

Seven words that stripped away every illusion he’d been holding onto. The breath fled from his lungs as the meaning fully registered—sharp and merciless, like a blade to the gut. He had known Reyes was ruthless, vindictive. But this? This was something far worse. This wasn’t a move born of strategy. It was a message carved from malice..It wasn’t just about poison or politics, it was a game. A sick, twisted game where the rules were made to corner them, where every possible choice ended in loss.

VOLUME ONE: RUSH Rush: A form of gameplay that relies on speed and surprise warfare to win. It would be impossible for today to get any shittier. I woke up late and had to skip a shower — something not recommended for my dark brown, naturally wavy hair. Day two at my new job included a jammed copy machine, spilled coffee, and a forgotten lunch. I am not a happy person when I haven't eaten all day. As the new girl, I don't even have a friend to bum cash for the vending machine.

She could remember that day like the back of her palm. Flashback: "I only came here to know who Vala stays with, I am glad she's with you and not Zelik" He had told her. "Who are you?" She asked, pretending not to know him. "You speak through the mind? Why not with your mouth?" Ruthless asked. "Something terrible happened to me some years ago and I lost my tongue," she responded. "You still haven't answered my question yet." She added. "My name is Ruthless and I am Vala's mate and I know you already know who I am already," he said. "Your aura doesn't stink, which means you are a good person and you have good intentions towards Vala."

Even though he was shaking because the half of his body that was held tightly by him was lifted up, he couldn’t complain. “Fuck! Arghhhh, ahhhhh!” A crisp curse came out of Alexander’s mouth when Dylan gave him a series of blows, deeply. If he was only a girl, his womb might have been destroyed. His every move was harsh, and it seems like there is no mercy in banging him. “Fuck, ahhh, shit! ”Dylan did another careless deep blow before his cum exploded inside Alexander’s tunnel. He almost trembled, and so did his partner. He gripped his manhood as he continued to release his thick liquid into his back.

It was better to stay like this: no shifting or anything else. *** "Damn it!" Orlando cursed loudly when he opened the gift package containing the corpse of one of his subordinates. Nightroe always had his own way of plugging the gaps he had found. Almost. He had almost broken through the man's defenses, but now it was all for nothing. "You will pay for everything you have ever done in your life!" Again. The anger within Orlando had not subsided. This would never end. Their hostility would never find peace. Nightroe would never change. Just as terrifying as eight years ago.