A Game Of Romance And Ruin Novels & Stories

He was making sure I felt every ounce of the fire I had started. "You think you can just say sorry and have the world go back to normal," Liam continued. "But some things are broken beyond repair. You didn't just break a glass. You ground it into dust. You can't put dust back together." "I will do anything," I whispered into the carpet. "I will leave the house. I will go to a different city. Just don't hate me. Please don't hate me."

That word still feels foreign on my tongue. Ruin leads me into the clubhouse, but it isn’t what I expect there is no chaos or clutter. The space is large and open, built from stone and steel, but softened by the warmth of low lighting, worn leather couches, the faint scent of cedar and smoke. It smells like a pack and that makes my omega stir, uneasy but curious. “You’ll stay here tonight,” Ruin says, gesturing down a quiet hallway. “In the same hallway, close to us.”

An awful, terrible kind of relief. Because now, at least, she knew. She had fallen for the wrong man. He was cruel. Calculated. A master of veiled daggers and polite venom. And still, somehow, she had loved him. And the worse part is she had let him break her. But it wasn’t all his fault. She had handed him the knife. She had walked straight into the fire. She had played a part in her own ruin. She had believed too easily. Trusted too blindly. Her foolishness was as much to blame as his callousness. She had let herself be swayed, swept away, seduced.

“Neither was the game. And yet here we are.” Mia and Ryan entered, looking equally shaken. Ryan tossed a book onto Anna’s desk. “Found this in the restricted section of the library.” Anna picked it up, reading the title. The Reflection Game: A Curse Through Time. Mia crossed her arms. “It says the game doesn’t end until all the lost pieces of the players are reclaimed.” Anna swallowed hard. “Which means…” Ryan nodded grimly. “We’re not free yet.” Silence filled the room. Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “So what now?”

“Not ruin you.” Her hand rose, reckless, and touched his chest. The silence where a heartbeat should have been made her shiver. “Perhaps ruin,” she whispered, “is all I want.” Something inside him broke. His hand cupped her face, thumb gliding over her cheek, colder than moonlight and she leaned into it as though it were fire. The storm outside roared, thunder splitting the night, but inside the chamber all sound drowned beneath the crash of their mouths meeting once more. This kiss was ruin, wild and devastating. His lips stole her breath, his chill pressed against her heat, and every brush of his body sent sparks down her skin. The taste of him lingered sharp, metallic, a forbidden sweetne

Maybe it's because I've had so many men flirt with me before , but no one has ever spoken so dirty to me. Not even Lucas. Wanting him away from me, I ask, “ Why are you here, Mr Romano? I'm not sure your uncle will be pleased to know you are in my room fantasizing about fucking my mouth.” “I love it when you talk dirty, baby,” his smirk grows, and I resist the urge to punch him. “And trust me, my uncle wouldn’t give two fucks what I do to you, as long as I don't mess up your little cherry. But, he will care to know that you have poor feeding habits.”

I'll never bring him near you again. I stared at her. My stomach churned so violently I nearly threw up. "How can you be this shameless?" Camille's face froze. I swallowed the nausea and kept going. "Do you still not understand? You're a rapist, Camille. You destroyed the first half of my life. My mother is dead because of you." I had been so stupid before. I thought she was my salvation, and I kept forgiving her affairs out of some twisted sense of gratitude. But she was the one who ruined everything. I wanted to tear her apart.