Novel & Cerita Ruthless Games

People around us started coming to their senses as they woke up inside the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter” mum announced proudly. My eyes widened as the ground glowed beneath me, I tried moving out of the circle I was in only to realize that there was what looked like a force field wall which I couldn’t get past. I punched the wall twice, it glowed under the force. But that was all, I couldn’t move out of it as mum proudly explained the rules of the games.

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.

My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes. I let go and backed away. The piece of glass that is now tainted with blood fell on the floor. "Look what you've done, Audrey! You're so slutty! You're just like your mommy-" "Shut up!" I spat angrily and turned to Rustov. "And you? Why did you interrupt? It's not my fault why you got hurt! That's your fault for taking that stupid girl's side! Why are you defending her? Your friend? Girlfriend? Because, you're both trash!"

Jonathan looked at Jim who was red out of anger. "He didn't do anything Hunt. Let him go, you got a grudge against me, take it out on me." "Aww desperate for your love, aren't you?" Jonathan and Jim both shared a glance and then gave a death glare to Andrew. "Want to take a tour of a mansion Kyle?" Andrew said. "I'll suggest you to take the offer. Maybe you get to see your lower?" "What game are you playing Hunt?" "Game of thrones. A king must keep the thrown to himself don't you think?"

A sudden blade-like object slit through his throat, detaching his head from his body along with killing the guys who were jovial about their Prince that are now no longer breathing. “Oh, their Audacity to think they could defeat the top five.” A seductive chuckle came. Ruth, Number 4, Wicked Seductress. The woman with an exquisite presence, a temptation incomparable, ready to blind anyone in her charm before killing ruthlessly unlike her name. “Gauche. How they believe ten is on par with one.” Rolling her eyes off, her nails grew back, showing the blade-like object was in fact her nails which grew into sharp needles used only as basic.

All that time they spent scheming, came down to this, and that six feet tall musclehead was just about to spoil things. Wilson grunted and swung a fist at Ruthless. He, along with the many other members of the Revolutionaries, had been taught to identify each and every noble and their henchmen at sight. It was then he discovered that Ruthless was the main man behind his woes. He hated this nobleman named Ruthless with passion. And so, when he saw him, rage and hatred clouded his thoughts (as always) and overwrote everything he had been taught. All he could think of was killing this bastard this second and so he could not hold back.

“You want to compete with me?” Ruth replied, “Yes, I challenge you. If I win, we’ll settle the matter privately. It’s also Blakewell Corporation’s fault after all. I won’t mistreat you, but you have to cancel all of your orders and remove all the troll armies you hired online.” Gu Aquilo quickly denied it. “Who hired who? Watch your words!” Ruth nodded. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so blunt, but as long as you understand, it’s fine.”

I want to see my son, train him, and have become like me, his father. I thought about Don Vito. How would I convince him it's a trap? That La Routage has been rigged from top to bottom and was like leading the sheep to its slaughter? La Routage was one of the events Don Vito shows how much power and influence he possesses. It was a massive show-off for him. “A guy named Ruckus, is he one of yours?” Rivera interrupted. How does she know Ruckus? “Uhmm, yes but he was killed two nights ago.”

“Don’t reduce this to some... twisted game.” “This isn’t a game,” I said. “This is me putting everything on the table. You want to save whoever this is? Let me help. Let me own it. And you.” Tears shone in her eyes, but she blinked them away fast, replacing them with a look that should’ve cut—but didn’t. “You’re a bastard.” I gave her a slow, cruel smile. “And you’re out of time.” She turned sharply, ripping the door open with enough force to make it slam against the wall.

He sized me up from head to toe before he took the spot next to me, he quietly stared down at the space beneath us on the ground. "I can see what you're trying to do," he started. A deep frown settled on my forehead as I looked at him. "I'm sorry, I don't understand." I softly uttered in confusion. "You need to stop, Hera. This isn't a game, people are getting hurt." He started before turning to face me. "I'm not playing games, Rafe," I argued but he stopped me before I could continue. "I know you, Hera. You run away whenever things get tough. And if you could do it in the past you'll do it again. So stop before it's too late," he calmly expressed.