Novelas y relatos de 18 And Ruined

“Dri… baby, please. I’m so sorry. I fucked up. I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m drunk and miserable without you. Come back to me. I’ll do anything. I swear I’ll—” I hung up before he could finish, my hands trembling. A second later a video came through. I opened it before I could think. The footage was from my old apartment. Carter had broken in. He was smashing things, my favorite mug, the framed photo of my mother, tearing clothes out of my closet, throwing books across the room. His face was twisted with rage. “You think you can replace me?” he screamed at the camera. “I’ll burn everything you own. Come back to me or I swear I’ll find you and make you regret it.”

The power was too much. My dad caught me as my knees buckled. "Easy," he said, holding me up. "First full release is always a bitch." Over the lake, Jace's helicopter was going down fast, spinning toward the water. And on the tablet that had fallen from the athletic board lady's hand, the livestream chat was exploding: OMG HE JUST TURNED OFF THE ARMY THEY'RE REAL NULLS ARE REAL My dad looked down at me in his arms, then up at the crashing helicopter, and said, "Welcome to the war, son."

The betrayal cut deeper than any physical pain: my best friend and my boyfriend together, laughing at my destruction. Suddenly, the main doors to the ballroom burst open with a violent crash. All eyes turned toward the entrance. Raymond?

“He had the whole package. Broad shoulders, tiny waist, legs that should probably be regulated by federal law, an eight-pack that looked photoshopped even in person, and one of those faces that belong in an Abercrombie campaign where some suspiciously attractive college student is smiling while holding a football for absolutely no reason.” I laughed despite myself. “That's very specific.” “Because that's exactly what he looked like.” She pointed her marshmallow stick toward me again. “And the worst part was that he knew it.” “Dangerous.” “Extremely.” Maddie shook her head. “He was nineteen.” “Ah.” “Exactly.” That single syllable carried all the tragedy necessary. “Maybe it's because he was s

“ Lucas, it’s me Emma. I’m sorry, I won’t be able to do what you asked. I…He broke up with me. If you can even call it that. I was just a slut for him, and now he’s tired of using me. That’s the end of our story. I’m really sorry, I won’t be able to do it. “ I sent the voice mail. I didn’t have the energy to call him, nor answer his questions. During my walk back home, I contemplated.. Where did I go so wrong to end up like this in life? 18 and heart broken. My chances of making it out, seemed very scarce. I had loving parents, but they both died. Leaving an 18 year old me to look after Tim. I had to drop out of school, it was hard to give up on my ambitions. Looking after Tim, I forgot abou

“No. We can’t.” He kissed me once soft, lingering. “Go upstairs. Shower. Act normal.” I nodded. He watched me leave. I made it to my room. Locked the door. Sank to the floor. Body sated. Heart breaking. We were ruined. And we’d only just begun.

"Stephen was suspended from school and you know why." My fist balled at my sides as I shut my eyes painfully. "I can't get a job, too.” “Mama… I'm really sorry,” I said as a tear rolled down my cheek, the line was silent for a while. "Sorry doesn't fix things, Natalie,” she said and the call ended. The quiet apartment suddenly felt suffocating as I turned around slowly. Leonardo stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable as his eyes swept across the destroyed apartment. I straightened as I wiped tears off my face, "You know… I keep wondering, what's so special about you… that an entire life is being destroyed for it.”

"They stay safe. Lucien finds someone else eventually. Someone without my baggage. Someone who won't bring disaster into their lives." Eleanor laughs. Actually laughs. "Oh, child. You think you're the disaster?" "I know I am." "Let me tell you something about disasters. I've lived through three wars, two husbands, and a daughter who died too young. I know disasters. And you're not one." She turns in her seat to face me fully. "You're someone who's survived a disaster. There's a difference."