Another Word For Ruined Novels & Stories

"Who ruined you?" The grand piano is broken. Kulang-kulang na ang keys at basag ang lid. "What did they to you? Shit..." Halos maiyak ako habang pinagmamasdan silang lahat na tila sinira at inabandona sa mabahong lugar na iyon.

“Ruin—ruin… as in—” “Ruin their name,” putol ni Randall. “Ruin their reputation. Ruin everything they stand for.” Bigla akong natigilan. Hindi ko aakalaing aabot sa ganito ang lahat dahil lang gusto niya akong maprotektahan.

"Because you ruined mine in the best way possible." Napailing ako habang tumawa nang mahina, pero hindi ko naitago ang init na naramdaman ko sa sinabi niya. Rome had a way with words, at kahit biro o hindi, laging may tama sa puso ko. "Well, Mr. Azcárraga, mukhang magtutuluy-tuloy na ang ‘pag-ruin’ mo sa buhay ko lalo na’t may baby na tayo," biro ko habang pinatong ang kamay ko sa ibabaw ng kamay niya na nakahawak pa rin sa tiyan ko.

"Choose, Avah. I told you to leave me alone and you didn't. Now choose the consequence of pestering me while I'm in a bad mood. Witness me while using this or I will use your body instead." His words resonated with a mad brilliance, displaying a captivating combination of recklessness and prudence. Aurelios gradually transformed himself into a gambling lord, forcing me into a predicament where I had to choose between two paths that would only lead to ruin. His image of a bad boy inside my head is turning into something more dark and dangerous. Like a beast in a form of much lesser words.

Wala ring kaibigan. Naroon lang ang mga taong may interes — interes sa kayamanan, interes sa kapangyarihan. Nakatayo si Averill sa gilid ng hardin, tangan ang isang basong champagne na hindi man lang niya tinikman. “Napakaganda mong disappointment,” isang pamilyar na tinig ang sumira sa kanyang katahimikan. Parang bombang sumabog sa dibdib niya ang mga salitang iyon. Dahan-dahan siyang lumingon.