18 And Ruined Novels & Stories

she mumbled, obviously surprised by my sudden appearance. Tears quickly rolled down my eyes upon seeing her. I weakly leaned my body against her, asking for her support. “He didn’t trust me, enough. I love him yet he ruined our marriage,” I whispered against my sobs and let myself broke down in pain. Yes, he's the one who ruined it. He might have seen me naked with another guy but I know nothing happened. If anything did… he would have known I didn’t want it to happen at all. He really did it intentionally.

That warm, clean scent that I was beginning to associate with safety. He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the center console, close enough to mine that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. He didn't touch me. Didn't push. Just drove, pointing out landmarks and telling me about the time he'd gotten lost in Milwaukee looking for a cheese shop. "I was nineteen," he said, laughing at himself. "Drove around for three hours. Found the place eventually. Bought a block of cheddar the size of my head."

before Luca got bored. One comment simply read: She actually looks happy around him. Weird. That one unsettled her most. Because she had been happy. Her phone buzzed again. Luca: Good morning, wrong party girl. Sienna stared at the message for a full five seconds before answering. Sienna: You ruined my life. Luca: Dramatic. Sienna: I'm internationally embarrassed. Luca: You looked cute threatening Matteo with murder. Annoyingly enough, she smiled. That was becoming a dangerous problem

Through the tears blinding my eyes, I watched the two figures sprint down the alley, disappearing around the corner with my portfolio case tightly in their grip. It was gone. Everything. I sat on the dirty concrete, my chest heaving with dry, broken sobs. I lifted my hands; the palms were raw, oozing a thin line of blood where the stones had sliced through the skin. I pulled back my cream sleeve, staring at the purple fingerprint bruises David had left five days ago, now paired with fresh, bleeding scrapes. I was completely ruined. Stranded in a sketchy alley, bleeding, with no career, no husband who loved me, and nowhere left to run.

“How am I supposed to trust you when you literally married me to ruin me and also took my father’s company, making us believe you were helping?” “You’re half right,” he said. “I didn’t take your father’s company under mine. It’s still yours. I just made it look that way to scare you...and it worked. And as for ruining you…” His eyes darkened, his voice dropping into something sinful. “That’s always been the plan. To ruin you in bed.” Her jaw dropped. “You’re disgusting. You say these things like they’re nothing.”she said wondering how he got this bad. “Why? Does it get you wet?”

The city lights twinkled below, mocking me. I pressed my hand against the cold glass, trying to steady my racing pulse. I’d made a mistake. A huge one. And yet, I couldn’t shake the need to have her again. But she wasn’t mine to take. She was Victor’s fiancée. Victor, the golden boy. The marriageable one. And me? I was the bad boy. The broken one. The one who ruined everything he touched. I had crossed a line. But fuck, it felt so good.

he tries to laugh, but his panic is evident. "Isn't it? Because I'm not even a good person and it looks like a big deal to me. I may be an asshole and a cheater, but I would never fuck an undesignated kid. The second I turned 18, I was in another league. Anything under that number is an absolute no," I blurt out, absolutely disgusted and angry, "He should have known better."

Daniel smiles profusely after responding. “You and that babe, you guys are too small, oh, we in ss3 never entered into intimate friendship and you already have a babe in ss1”. (At this stage, they laughed and gathered their properties and boxes because it was already time to go down for a bike to their house). *****

“I’d already gotten ready. Which is embarrassing to even say out loud. It’s just dinner.” “It’s not embarrassing.” “I’m twenty-two years old being disappointed about a cancelled dinner with my father.” “That’s allowed at any age,” I said. “Stop minimising it.” She was quiet for a second. “I tried calling him back and he didn’t pick up.” “He’s probably dealing with whatever came up.” “Yeah.” She didn’t sound fully convinced. “Probably.” I waited. “Can I come over?” she asked. “I don’t want to sit here alone.”

“You're still young, barely nineteen.” “I'm already nineteen,” I said defensively, a tear hitting my cheek without permission. “Not for another two months!” She fired back. “This could ruin you, Natalia. Have you even given this a proper thought? To me, I think this is the most stupid decision you've ever made. Like really fucking stupid!”