Bitter Ruin Novels & Stories

The replacement thus seemed unreasonable. "Ugh, I won't let him get away with this!" Natasha gritted her teeth. "Don't worry about it. Let Lydia play. Her films are all trash!" Lydia had too many scandals. She was definitely digging her own grave without me lifting a finger. Furthermore, some people even took the opportunity to sling more mud. The entertainment industry was filled with competition for resources. I was sorry about the IP; Allen ruined it. I did not mind at all, but they had clearly triggered me.

But underneath all of that was the sharper, unfinished ache Richard had left behind—the phantom press of his fingers, the low promise that he could ruin me deeper than his son ever would. I showered longer than necessary, scrubbing until my skin felt raw, as if I could wash both of them off me. It didn’t work. When I looked in the mirror, my lips were still slightly swollen and there was a fresh reddish mark high on the side of my neck that I couldn’t quite hide with my hair. I chose a high-neck sweater anyway.

Doesn’t matter who you are, I’ll ruin you if I have to. “I can do that. In fact when I was on my way I deleted my new blog. If this is going to hurt the people I love, I think it isn’t worth it. I’d rather have my old ordinary life back. Just let me go and you’ll never hear about me ever again. Your son can live his life however he likes and I will remain unbothered.” Mrs. Rylland smiled. “I’m glad to see that we are on the same page.”

“Dri… baby, please. I’m so sorry. I fucked up. I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m drunk and miserable without you. Come back to me. I’ll do anything. I swear I’ll—” I hung up before he could finish, my hands trembling. A second later a video came through. I opened it before I could think. The footage was from my old apartment. Carter had broken in. He was smashing things, my favorite mug, the framed photo of my mother, tearing clothes out of my closet, throwing books across the room. His face was twisted with rage. “You think you can replace me?” he screamed at the camera. “I’ll burn everything you own. Come back to me or I swear I’ll find you and make you regret it.”

Taking breaths to calm myself. I'm not a failure, I'm not a failure. Fuck, I'm not! My fist collided with the mirror, leaving me to stare at the dent in the middle of the mirror, which extended with cracks traveling fast. The cracks, mirrored the shatters in my life. I wasn't perfect, no matter how hard I tried. My eyes glanced down at the red which stained the whiteness and traveled down, falling in drops onto the white tile. My eyes lined the cracks on my skin which released the red. I could care less. All I could feel was one thing,

How does his words make sense? “You can destroy me,” he continues, almost laughing bitterly at himself. “And somehow I'd still crawl back to you like a madman. That's what you've done to me.” My breathing turns uneven. “I don't want to make promises anymore because I've already failed in that category. But even if you were poison, I'd still drink from your hands willingly. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?” My throat burns, so I keep swallowing hard that I hear the sound loudly in my ears.

Still, admitting weakness remained difficult for both of us, especially Ruin. Later that afternoon rain settled over the estate again, turning the grounds grey and quiet while Aurelia finally slept upstairs. I found Ruin sitting alone near the covered porch overlooking the lower yard; he stared out toward the rain with one elbow resting against his knee, not working, not distracted, just still, and I sat beside him quietly. For several moments neither of us spoke; the rain filled the silence instead. Eventually, he exhaled slowly. “I used to think exhaustion came from violence.”

“The part where someone starts mattering enough to ruin me.” Her breath caught. The rain outside intensified, thunder rumbling somewhere far across the city. Sienna reached for his hand slowly, threading their fingers together. “You’re not ruined.” “You don’t know that yet.” The sadness hidden beneath the joke nearly destroyed her. For the first time since meeting him, Sienna realized Luca wasn’t fearless at all. He was terrified. Terrified of needing someone, of loving someone. Terrified they would eventually leave anyway. Sienna squeezed his hand gently.

When we first met, she tried to talk to me countless times but I just ignore her but then i liked her company so we just naturally bonded. Oh God!! Please send an Angel to keep me company, i'm dying of boredom. "You read shakespeare?". I groaned at sound of that voice. Why does it have to be Jacey Carter. "I can tell you are happy to see me". He said sarcastically taking a seat beside me. Oh God!! Out of the Angels available, you just had to send the stupid one. He picked up one of the books. "So Romeo and Juliet huh? Drastic ending".

“Sit down, Rossi.” “No,” Liam said, leaning across the table until he was inches from Arthur’s face. “You want to talk about failure? Look in the mirror. You’ve built this massive, expensive tomb and you’re so lonely you have to spend your dinner tearing down the only person who actually gives a damn about you.” “Liam, don’t,” Ethan whispered, his voice broken.