18 And Ruined Novels & Stories

The question lingered in my mind as I stared up at the ceiling. Because the truth was, before everything had gone wrong between us, there had been a time when I liked him. Back in high school, I had a crush on Kayden. A stupid, embarrassing crush that I kept hidden from everyone. Then came the incident. The one that convinced me Kayden Devereaux was the last person on earth I should ever trust. Back then, my friend Louisiana had taken a picture of me. I had just come back from a party where she'd spent most of the night pushing drinks into my hands. After a while, everything became a blur. I couldn't remember much of what happened after that.

he asked in his dominating voice, making me remember that awful night when I signed a prenup in front of everyone. I still remember how my eighteenth birthday night was ruined. I didn't want to celebrate it but dad insisted on throwing a big party because I turned eighteen. And that night's celebration turned into a disaster and many things happened that night. I wish that night was deleted from my life. I wish I would have said to dad that I don't want any party because I was a big girl. That memory brought so many unwanted memories with it. I wish I could go back to that disastrous night and change everything. My throat started to clasp, remembering how that night changed my future, and no

I know exactly what it feels like. It's an absolute shit feeling. Imagine everything you've tried so hard to keep, someone important you've tried to keep, but it's all promised to disappear within minutes. It's heart crushing and at eighteen I didn't know what to do with the news. I felt everything tumbling down on me so I did the most logical thing that I could do and also the only thing that I knew how to do, I ran. I ran and ran until I came home, to my home only to find another disaster. I was broken beyond repair, I had no where to go, no one to go to.

“Got your dick wet and moved on.” My chest is heaving now, small breaths slipping out between words. His jaw tightens but he still doesn’t interrupt me. “You left me there to deal with the pieces you broke. My brother, the pack, the rumors. You left me to carry all of it by myself.” I shove his chest once more, not hard this time but just hard enough to appease myself. “I was eighteen,” I snap out. “I didn’t know what I was doing, I trusted you. You were supposed to be safe. You were supposed to be the one person who would never hurt me.”

And with one single post, it shattered. “You’ve ruined me.” I muttered brokenly, staring straight at nothing. “You did this to yourself.” Ethan huffed with a hint of discomfort in his voice. A broken smile cracked my lips. “You’ve always been nothing more than a spoilt brat, throwing a tantrum just because things don’t go your way.” “Don’t talk like you know me.” He hissed. I arched a brow slightly. “Don’t I? Does Annette really know you and how truly soulless you are?” I asked in a taunting whisper.

He tightened his fingers at his sides, his face… blank. “V…” His voice faded into a faint sharp breath. “Take this as me using you for my selfish reason…” I paused, lifting my hand to his shoulder, a smirk pulling at my lips. “You wouldn't mind, right? I mean, this is the least you could do to make up for what happened eight years ago.” Dad and Bailey started this… but I will see it to the end for them. I will ruin their plan and make all of them pay for everything they did to me.

“Austin, I’m so sorry.” “Not your fault, baby,” he said. “I know, but still, that must have been really hard.” “Not gonna lie. It sucked.” I looked up at him and smiled. “I bet it did.” He kissed me quickly and then pulled me close again. “Over the next ten years or so, I was shuffled around from one shithole to another and then when I was eighteen, I aged out.” “That’s awful.” He shrugged. “It is what it is.”

I could hear his anguished cries from my end. "Nancy, I'm begging you! Please save me. For old times' sake, please just save me!" he wailed. My expression remained unchanged. "Shaun, my hand is ruined. I can no longer hold a scalpel. You're the one who left me there for an entire afternoon. Have you forgotten about that?" There was dead silence on the other end. After a long pause, he abruptly hung up. He never expected that he would ultimately reap what he sowed in the most tragic way possible. If he was lucky, he might have three months. With proper care, he could live over a year with the kind of cancer that he had.

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.

we chorused again. Earnest rolled his eyes and took a sip from his dark horse canned rosé. "It's not something I expect two virgin losers to understand," oh no he didn't. I laughed while Gillian's smile fell completely and then he started to pout. I have to admit, that's a good one. "It's too early to call me a loser, I'm twenty," "And hello, eighteen," I said, waving my hand. "And if it wasn't for my situation, the only holy dick here will be him," I said, then kicked Gillian's butt. He slapped my leg away, making me laugh again.