Todos os capítulos de His To Ruin: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Nova Grandpa Joseph once told me there will be times when I’ll feel so trapped that a way out seems impossible.I’ll be suffocated.I’ll feel so out of my element as if all the walls are closing in on my heart.He said that if I felt that way, the key is to stay calm, to not let fear seep in.A disaster might or might not kill you, Nova. But being terrified of it would definitely finish you.I wish I had enough access to my brain so I could use it to put Grandpa’s words into perspective.He gave the best advice. I used to wonder if he was really Dad's biological parent. I glare at Leo who has made it his mission to sit on the chair opposite me and watch me like a creep. "Can I at least put my clothes back on?" I ask again, third time's a charm they say."My answer is still the same. No.""Why?" I was beginning to get agitated."I love looking at you." His tone drops a notch, "I love knowing how much I've ruined you. Fuck, I can still see the image of your blood dripping down my

Nova He fucked me with a knife and I liked it.My fingers ghost over my lips and touch them tentatively. A zap slashes through my body, and usually, I’d drop my hand as if I’d been caught stealing from a biscuit jar.Now, I don’t.This time, I close my eyes and picture his lips, unapologetic and controlling. I had no choice but to let him ravage, suck, lick.It was a stolen moment that I couldn’t have put an end to.I hate myself for reliving it over and over again. For picturing his big hand around my waist and the other trapping my cheek.For still having the distinctive feeling of his erection rubbing against my backside.But what I hate the most is wondering about why he left and never came back.It’s not that I wanted him back.I was relieved the first few days he wasn’t around to keep an eye on me.Leonardo is a dangerous man, the worst enigma, and a devil with distorted morals and a cutthroat personality. He’s not someone I want to mingle with, so, yeah, I was glad he got o

Leonardo The expression on Nova's face is one I never wanted to witness. I hate that I'm the one causing her this pain. But she has to hear the full story to be able to understand.At least the story I know. I've never been able to figure out the full story till today. It's a work in progress and I'm hell-bent on uncovering the missing piece.I notice how she flinches and then moves away slowly, "W-what do you mean? Why would anyone want to kill my mum and me?""I have no idea. The order was given but it was under wraps. I remember the Professor calling me into his office and telling me he had a mission for me. It was my first one after training. Usually, all missions are filed. And I have no idea why. But it's like having a database of all agents. He told me this one wasn't to be mentioned to anyone at all. He told me the mission was of high importance and he can't risk word of it spreading." I turn to her, searching her face. Looking for any sort of expression, hate, fear, disgu

Nova He lets go of my throat and smiles. "Let's play a game, mia cara. You have five seconds to run, and If I catch you I'll fuck you. And I don't care if you want it or not."My eyes widen and I try to dash out of the door, but he grabs my arm and pulls me back before looking around the room with a smirk. He's kidding, right? "How am I supposed to win if I'm running around my room?""Not my business. Two seconds left, butterfly." He taunts, taking slowly torturous steps towards me.My room is big, but not big enough for whatever sick game he just cooked up in that psychotic head of his. I run to the other side of my room and stand beside my bed. Leo chuckles and the sound does something to me.This game is rigged.He continues walking slowly, each fucking step he takes closer to me taunts me and tells me that he wins either way. I have nowhere to hide or run."Don't you think this is unfair?" I shriek and climb ove

Nova Smell. The first of my senses to trickle in. I wish it were anything else because I'm instantly overwhelmed by the scent of body odor, spiced cologne, and what can only be described as the stench of evil incarnate. And then my sixth sense seeps in, whispering notes of warning and urgency. I’m in danger. Those notes turn into a song full of screeching and loud noises, filling my body with heart-wrenching panic. My adrenaline spikes, and I just barely have enough sense to remain as quiet as possible.Slowly cracking open my crusted eyes, I’m greeted by complete darkness. It takes a second to process that there’s a blindfold strapped around my head. Then, the blissful numbness I awoke in crumbles, and I lose my breath when all-consuming pain filters in, engulfing my body in absolute agony. God, is this what being alive feels like? It can’t be death. I’d be at peace if it were. And I may have fallen for a stalker, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t land a spot within h