Ruthless Heart Roxy Sloane の小説・ストーリー

Their thoughts were filled with the two handsome but strange men. Roxanne.. Don't you find those two strange? The aura coming from them was too cold and ice. Sylvia muttered, breaking the silence. They Seem normal to me but very handsome. Roxanne commented. So, what are we still doing now? Sylvia asked. No matter what.. I'll feed that wolf. Roxanne said with a determined face. Something seems off.. T. B. C

Emaline's countenance fell as she kicked the wall outside the infirmary. Alaric let his beloved alone. Emaline found solace in this matter, as it allowed her to release her pent-up frustration. One of Susan's telltale signs in recognizing Ophelia lies in a peculiar marking on her groin, known only to herself, Alaric, and the parents who have been identified. If Susan's statement is false, how is it that knowledge of that matter has come to light? Alaric's attempts to manipulate her into despising her own parents were futile, for that was not the image she held of the man in her mind.

She is meant to be just a pawn in my game of chess but I’m beginning to get excited by her noble and strong personality , proud like a queen and arrogant and spoiled like one too after obviously living a sheltered life till now. I emptied my scotch and hit the bar in my pleasure room , waiting for Beta Connor to get me the whore I’m going to be fucking tonight. “She’s so beautiful” I heard my werewolves soldiers whisper among themselves when the Omega Nina was abducted and I made sure they all saw what I did to that dirty bald bastard that tried to rape her , it’s a silent cock warning. She is a masterpiece, almost too beautiful. Her ginger red hair makes her stand out and unblemished sk

she whispered, leaning her head against the cool glass. "You spend twenty years stalking a girl, buying her shoes, fixing her life like she’s some kind of broken doll... and you think that's love? That’s not love. That’s a mental illness with a high credit limit." The car pulled into the private underground garage of the Santoro building. The heavy steel gates hissed shut behind them, sealing the world out or sealing her in. Devi killed the engine, but he didn't unlock the doors. He turned in his seat, his obsessive gaze raking over her, from her messy hair down to her bruised, bare feet.

That I had returned—stronger, shinier, and with a heartbeat still intact. But that plan crumbled the second I saw him. Leo Devereaux. Standing tall on the center dais, dressed in a charcoal suit with his signature gold pin. His smile was disarming—warm, practiced, perfectly designed to win over any room. My pulse thudded. He stood beside her. Althea Moreau. Perfect. Poised. The woman they all whispered about. We shared similar beginnings, orphans folded into high society by distant relatives and careful grooming. But while I remained ordinary, Althea seemed touched by something untouchable.

Isabella finished for him. They stared at each other, the implications hanging heavy between them. Their entire marriage had been built on Alexander's quest for revenge against a man who might be innocent. "I don't know what's true anymore," Alexander said finally, and in that admission, Isabella saw a vulnerability she never expected from Manhattan's most ruthless CEO. Outside, thunder rumbled, and rain began to patter against the windows. The small apartment felt suddenly intimate, a shelter from both the storm and the dangerous world that had followed them from the cathedral.

Dabbing his sweat off with the towel, Zale grits dangerously. “I am so going to make him regret it!”. After blocking Edward’s car from every direction, Zale grins in contentment seeing Edward walking towards his car giving up on escaping. Stepping out of his car, Zale stands in all his glory. “Get out of my way, Zale” Edward demands. “Now, now, so eager to run away from me, Edward?” he taunts. Edward thought he hid the escaping part well but then he overlooked the fact that he is going against Zale Austin Windsor, the ruthless and the most powerful man who rules the underworld mafia of New York controlling the in and outs on his fingertips.

Every step forward on the red carpet made the high slit open wider, letting cold air bite my thigh and sending fresh shivers racing up my spine. The glowing entrance to the gala waited just ahead. Somewhere inside the gala room waited for my target; Damien Thorne—or maybe his ruthless twin. My plans felt sharper than ever, but so did the danger. So, let's get the party started.

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

“Men like Julian love control. And when they lose it, they burn everything.” “Maybe you should ask yourself why he’s losing control,” I say softly. Her expression hardens. “You are repeating our mother,” she says. The insult hits deeper than I expect. “She chased intensity,” Olivia continues. “Drama. Chaos and when it collapsed, she cried and called it fate.” “I am not her.” “No,” Olivia agrees. “You’re worse.” My chest tightens. “You pretend you’re innocent.” “I never said I was innocent.” “Then stop acting surprised when consequences arrive.”