Novel & Cerita Ruthless Knight

Charis stood up and fixed her clothes while roaming her eyes to find her daughter Yuna. But Harley is becoming more aggressive. Harley pulled Charis closer to him, as he was planning to bring her somewhere out in the event. He thinks that he doesn't get to feel so low about himself over a woman like Charis, even though she’s a wife. No one is allowed to break up with him because he was the one who should be and that was his toxic mindset, for now. But Charis pulled her arm back. She glared at Harley and pushed him.

“Jerk, I don’t like your type of guy!” Dylan grinned as he slowly approached Alexander. He placed both his hands on the bed and crouched down close to his master’s face. Alexander became alert and immediately retreated to the bed. But because the bed was small, his defense was futile. He didn’t want to see his smile. Because the walls around his heart melted when he was trapped like this. “Don’t worry, Young Master, you’re not the type I’m interested in either. Just so you know, I don’t swing that way.”

Alan stood up at once. the only thing he was proud of in his life was his passion of being that top model that everybody wants and now when he saw his name in the second place, he clenched his fists in rage. The rage was so steamy that his nails tore down his flesh making his palm bleed out of his closed fist.

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!"

"Do you wish to join his group of comfort women here? And this is why you're aiming to seduce him, correct?" "Zack, what are you talking about—" I turned to look at him but he held my shoulders tighter enough to keep me still. "Put an end to your efforts, I warn you. In the end, all you'll be able to do is swoon and cry over him because Rylan is a playboy who enjoys playing with hearts before breaking them." His language makes me angry, especially when he uses it to describe his own brother. In my view, Ryle is not at all like that.

“And heavier at the same time.” I let out a small laugh. “Is that even possible?” “With you?” she smiles. “Apparently.” I didn't say anything or answer her, there’s a pause, comfortable but thoughtful. “My brother has always been like that” she says suddenly. “Carrying things until they hollow him out.” I look up. “Like what?” I asked, curious “Responsibility, loyalty and guilt.” She shrugs. “He mistakes suffering for strength.” My fingers curl around my cup, the word loyalty makes me so mad

Mateo I gripped the ice-cold steel weapon in my hand in anger before cocking it. "Martha?" I called her and her head whipped up. "Remove her gag," I told Rafe and he nodded before complying. "Please, please don't kill me!" She begged and I frowned at her. "Martha, who exactly do you think you're dealing with here?" I calmly asked her with a light frown on my forehead. "Someone sent me here to kill your wife! I know exactly who you are because I did my homework," she stated so I harshly pressed my gun into her skull.

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.”