Bitter Ruin Novels & Stories

"Boss wants you ruined." South Side steel surged, mind racing escapes, body braced shatterpoint. Warehouse shadows closed, pliers inching, squeeze—cliff of ruin absolute.

Threw a slower, cleaner strike. My fingers curled into fists so hard the nails bit crescents into my palms. How dare he. Riven, the broken Beta who should have stayed broken was getting bolder by the hour. Whispering in corridors. Training him in secret. Undoing months of careful work with every word, every correction.

And there Ruin goes, making me forget about my problems, if only for a second. *** Sitting in the back seat of the SUV, the memories of the afternoon in the meadow bring a smile to my face. Ruin, with his rough exterior and gentle heart, had a way of making me forget the world, forget the anxieties that lay waiting back at home. The warmth of the sun, the gentle breeze, his laughter mixing with mine—it was a respite I didn’t know I needed.

A hot, violent inferno that burned away the tears and solidified the terror into something hard and sharp. Rage. He hadn't wanted to just let her leave. He had wanted to destroy her. He had wanted to see her break. The rage finally found its voice in a raw, ragged scream that tore from her throat, echoing uselessly off the damp cellar walls. Then, she began to pace. Back and forth, a caged animal in the small, dark space, her mind a whirlwind of betrayal and fury. Hours passed. The rage eventually burned itself out, leaving behind only the cold, aching exhaustion of grief. She was slumped against a sack of potatoes, shivering, when a sound jolted her back to reality—the scraping of the heavy

The sound of my ringtone was starting to fucking piss me off. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand just as it stopped ringing. A message notification popped up and I hesitated opening it, but then I did, my expression blank as I read through the message. Dad: Where the hell are you? You’re a fucking disappointment. Do you ever get anything right? Every single time I give you responsibility, you screw it up. You’re still as incompetent as ever. Just useless. A complete failure. I wasn't fazed by his insults. It didn’t even sting anymore. Failure, Incompetent, Useless, Pathetic, Disappointment, name it. There's nothing I've not heard him say.

"Oh, you're yelling at me? What exactly do you have that compares to Myra? All these years, she handled everything, and I just had to sign papers. I never had to lift a damn finger!" The two of them tore into each other without holding anything back. But no amount of screaming could fix the company's collapse. Soon after, Alan's company fell apart completely. To cover the financial losses, the court forced them out of the villa Alan and I once lived in together. It had to be auctioned off. And even with their lives falling to pieces, neither of them chose to actually work or rebuild. Instead, to maintain the lifestyle they were used to, they turned to gambling. It didn't take long for them t

"Saw you through the glass. Figured I'd say hi." He didn't sit down. He just stood there, rain dripping from his jacket onto the floor, creating a small puddle around his boots. "You're soaking wet," I said. "Yeah, well." He ran a hand through his damp curls. "Rain came out of nowhere." An awkward silence stretched between us. The barista called out an order. The espresso machine hissed. "Jax, about the book—" "It's nothing," he said quickly. "Don't make it a thing."

Violet POV “ Stupid irish brut” I hissed walking to the closet to pick up my clothes for the night. “ I’m going to pay you back for humiliating me and making your stupid guards touch my skin, you arrogant, stupid, toxic dumb head” I screamed at the empty room, throwing a hanger across the room. I caught my reflection in the mirror and stopped dead, I have never looked this horrific, my hair was a mess and clothes were ruined stained with whatever disgusting filth on that warehouse floor.

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."

“Would you ever look at me like that again.” Marcus had the truth now. The worst of it. “You ruined everything,” I muttered, unsure whether I meant Marcus or myself. “You finally did it. Damian had forgiven me once. I wrapped my arms around myself beneath the water. “Once,” I repeated. “That’s all you get.” My voice dropped. “If he finds out about the blood… he won’t stay.” I exhaled slowly, the cold biting into my skin. “Some truths don’t save you,” I said. “Some of them bury you.”