18 And Ruined Novels & Stories

She pulled out a tissue to wipe his tears and couldn't help but say, "Mrs. Gale, what you said was too harsh. Ralph didn't do it on purpose. "This whole thing was Justin throwing a tantrum, and it almost drove Ralph to harm himself. Ralph's still young. He just graduated from high school, only 19…" "Only 19?" My mom raised an eyebrow, then smiled lightly. "If you call that young, then what about Justin who's only 18? "They're both in the prime of their lives. Justin didn't do anything wrong, so how did he end up being framed as some villain who nearly drove someone to death?

When he called himself Rowan Hayes, when he spoke of my father and my arranged bride, it struck me: This man is Chaos, Hatred, and Ruin all in one. He wanted to destroy me. And in that moment, watching the sedative hiss toward my face, a shameful thought surfaced: Maybe I want to feel something. Something other than the silence. I let the darkness take me, yielding to the ruin he promised. I had nothing left to lose. Let him ruin me. I long to see what kind of darkness he intends to bring to my already wrecked life. CHAPTER 1 ~~MATTEO~~ I glanced around the restaurant, taking in every detail. The balloons were glued to the ceiling, the letter balloons spelling out “Happy Anniversary,” and th

That fairy tale she had dreamed of was just trash, that prince charming she dreamed of to love had been nothing more than a figment of her imagination, that love she dreamed of giving to someone else was nothing more than trash now that simple instruments had the ability to humiliate her like no one else had ever done. Brandon, Brandon Lambert was to blame for everything. She would never forget that humiliation, those words, nothing would ever make her forget that he was her true enemy. He would pay for it, sooner or later he was going to pay for the biggest mistake he had made with her, she swore she was going to regret it because from that moment on she had no more feelings for him, no mor

Realizing what works the best with Kitty was not white lies, but truth with genuine and respect, Erebus dropped all his counting and strategy and acts: "I don't want you to pay a price for a child crash that you will get over soon. I would say that if you are 16, I would say that if you are 20--" "I--" Kitty lost patient when she heard the word "child crash", but she was taken surprise by his last sentence and stopped in the middle of her interrupting: "What?!" "I said, even if you are over your 18th birthday, I would say the same thing." Eyes fixed on her, Erebus said patiently.

“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.