Ruthless Knight の小説・ストーリー

In country A there stood a tallest building of the world which belongs to Knight Group. In one of the floor of that building in a meeting room there were staffs and directors sweating and afraid.In the centre there was a Greek god like man sitting in his chair with king like aura. He had brown eyes with black hair and flawless skin. He was wearing a black handmade suit with shiny black leather shoes. Not only female but also male die to get one glance from him. He is non other than Alexander knight.The president of knight Group. He is the king who rules the buisness world and underworld. He is ruthless and merciless.There is a rumor that he even killed his own family members for power and

Francis bows and closes the door. I stood frozen as the man with a strong aura of authority was right in front of me. The person who may seem cold on the outside, but I've seen him smile beneath that poker face expression with a long scar across his right eye. Cornelius Von Rozen. One of the four powerful dukes of Withhold. Four dukes serve and protect the kingdom. The Von Cornelius decorative war hero is also called the Black Knight. He was ruthless against his enemies and never showed any mercy. You must run whenever enemies see a knight in black armor, with his large black blade and riding a black horse.

Rurik hesitates. That hesitation costs him. I slam my palm into the table, power rippling outward. The map fractures, stone splitting cleanly down the center. Rurik drops to one knee with a grunt, choking on my dominance. “Where,” I repeat, voice lethal. “The mountain ravine,” he gasps. “The one forbidden under ancient law.” Of course it is. I straighten slowly, forcing my breathing into calm, controlled precision. Anger is useful but only when sharpened. Panic is for lesser men.

"Consider it practice." There was something he wasn't saying. Isabella studied him, trying to read between the lines. "Is that the only reason?" A muscle ticked in his jaw. "You said you wanted to know who I really am. This is your chance." Understanding dawned. He was offering her a glimpse behind the curtain—showing her Alexander Kane, the businessman whose reputation struck fear into boardrooms across the country. The man the financial press had nicknamed "The Executioner" for his ruthless corporate takedowns.

“Tell them you died because you thought you were clever.” His eyes go wet. He spits out a handful of curses. “You’re sick.” He spits the words as if they’ll buy him anything. “Sick is different than right,” I murmur. I step on his wrist until his knuckles whiten. He claws at the floor. “You touched her. You thought you could get away with that. You thought you were a legend.” “Legend—” he manages, gasping. “Legend my ass.” I move my knee into his ribs; another sick crack. He vomits blood and bile. “I’m the man who makes men like you stop believing they’re invincible.”

My men were stationed discreetly along the walls, their expressions sharp, weapons concealed but ready. The Russians were already there—three of them dressed in charcoal suits that couldn’t quite hide the bulk of body armor beneath. Viktor Malenko, the man in charge, stood in the center like a statue carved from ice and malice. He had the kind of face that looked like it had been broken and reassembled without much care—flat nose, wide mouth, pitted skin. His accent was thick, his posture confident, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. “Moretti,” he greeted, his voice gravelly, with that slight clipped edge Russians always carried. “I trust you came to do business, not reminisce.”

He said and waited for his response. There was dead silence on the other hand. "I trust you. But can you please repeat it for me, Igor?" He heard his voice softening this time. "I have found your wife, Cousin." He repeated his words for him. "Is she alright? I need to talk to her." His voice was laced with concern. He never imagined that his Ruthless cousin would ever be soft for anyone. He had noticed the way his cousin looked at her. He never assumed he was incapable of emotions, feeling anything, but ruling with cruelty.

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.

I kept calling out loud for some minutes and then I picked up the sound of a faint neigh. "Ruthless is that you?!" I called out and waited and the faint neigh came again. "Keep speaking to me boy!" I yelled out, momentarily forgetting he loathed being called a boy. I followed the sounds of the faint neigh and found Ruthless tied up to a tree. He looked very weak. I knew it! This was sabotage! I advanced towards him not conscious of my environment. "What happened to you?" I asked him. He acted arrogant to me and I almost rolled my eyes. Despite the fact that he needed help, he was acting proud. Typical Lucifer's character.