Bringing The Ruin Of Synonym Novels & Stories

“You’re like a beautiful ruin dressed in fire and silk, and though I see the cliffs ahead, I follow still, longing for the wreckage you’ll leave me in.” Fuck, why was that so… sexy? I wasn't supposed to be getting wet. I had a goal I had to achieve. He raised his eyes to mine, his dark and clouded with lust. “Because, my love, that’s all that is going to come out of this. Ruin and wreckage. For both of us. Fuck, all of us. We’ll be your damnation and vice versa. You want to know why you should run away? Fine, I’ll tell you.”

he said, finally done slipping the dress off my body. He’s my ruin. I’ve always known that. “I’m your ruin,” he verbalized my thought, as if he read it. “I know,” I quickly spoke back. “And I’m yours to ruin, so why don’t you ruin me. Wreck my aching pussy and fuck me till I’m nothing but a whimpering mess at the mercy of your beautiful cock,” I added, lustfully driven.

“That is fine.” Ruin stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against mine. “She will live in what comes from it,” he said. I nodded. “That is enough.” We stood there together, the club around us, not as a force ready for conflict but as something steady, something connected, stronger than before. Not because of what we could destroy, but because of what we had chosen to build. I looked at Ruin. “It is really over,” I said. He held my gaze. “Yes.” No hesitation, no doubt, just truth.

I can feel my hands shaking as I pushed the door opened. And right there, there was Ellaine and Daevon together. Coincidentally, his eyes roamed to look at me and immediately distanced himself from his girl. “H-Honey,” he called out. Slowly, a bitter smile crept in to my face, “For the second time, you ruined me,” I mumbled and quickly turned away from them and ran. I quickly headed towards the elevator down to ground floor to fetch my car. Tears started rolling down my cheeks despite me wiping them over and over. I pulled my car door opened and closed it. For one last time, I looked at the building before starting the engine.

But I couldn’t un-hear Ruin’s words that echoed in the back of my mind with the same ominosity that he had spoken them with. ‘Wordswood is a trap and you are their target…’

He stood up, closing the distance between them until he was standing in Ethan’s personal space. “Safe?” Liam repeated, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly register that always made the hair on Ethan’s arms stand up. “Is that what you want them to think? That we’re safe? Our design is a glass cathedral held together by tension and prayers, Ethan. There is nothing ‘safe’ about it. And there’s nothing ‘safe’ about us.”

His response was clipped. “Money rules the world,” I said and he looked out the window. He sat with his back too straight, his jaw tight and his eyes on the road. Did I scare him? I wanted to remind him of old times but instead I focused on the road. I kept on driving until we left the city behind us and what we could see now was graffiti, warehouses and the smell of rust and smoke. These were the kind of places Julian had probably only read about. I noticed how he moved uncomfortably on his seat.

For the boys who deserved better than a mother who was falling apart. The elevator doors opened to the lobby. I walked out into the sunlight. And tried to pretend my world wasn't crumbling around me. Again.

It felt like he was breaking, and that the words we realer, realer than just words. "Why?" I asked through tears. "Why do this? Why us?" "Because I can't not," he said. "I've tried a lot of times." My attention focused. "A lot of times?" "Then why fight it now?" I asked. "After last night? Why not just..." I trailed off. "Because I'm scared of ruining you," he said. "Of this destroying you. Of us destroying each other." "Too late," I said bitterly. "I'm already ruined."

"I really do love Damien... I..." "Love?" I sneered. "Do you love his money, his status, or the opportunity to ruin him?"