Collide Into Ruin Novel Novels & Stories

I am sorry I would be stopping this book and possibly delete it as I have lost the inspiration or the storyline for Collide. I thank everyone of you for reading my book so far. I am really over whelmed. I have personal things going, and hence, I cannot continue this book. Don't worry too much as I have another book. "The Protectors" ongoing. Hope you use the book as a replacement for "collide" even though Gemma and Kayden are forever priceless.

Before her body touched the floor, Alex was able to transform into his wolf form and went down with her. She landed on his back instead but not escaping a scratch. "Ouch!" she cried. Due to the impact of the both of them falling into the out, the walls of the pit suddenly collapsed. Seeing the debris falling, Rielle placed her face on the floor with her eyes closed, and used her hand to cover her head, but that wasn't enough to give her body the protection against the falling bricks.

"You're not the only one who came back. I remember everything from our last life. Especially the part where you poisoned my tea... and watched me die." His eyes blew wide with horror. "So, do you really think there's a chance for us? Besides," I paused, my eyes raking over his ruined body before a slow, cruel smile touched my lips. "You have no legs. Your wolf is broken. Who would possibly want you now?" All the color drained from Damien's face. He looked like his soul had just been ripped from his body. "So all of this," I said, straightening up and signing the dissolution papers, "is something you brought upon yourself. Goodbye, Damien. This time, it's forever."

While my brain reminded me that this man—this gorgeous, successful, untouchable man—had thrown me away like garbage. I pushed the cart forward. Needing to move. Needing to do something other than stare. But I wasn't looking where I was going. The cart slammed into something solid. Not something. Someone. Everything happened too fast. The impact. The person stumbling backward. My phone flying out of my hand where I'd been holding it against the cart handle. Items scattered. A jar of pasta sauce hit the floor and shattered. Red liquid spread across the white tiles like blood. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry—" I started.

Vehicles were scattered across the property. Men moved between them. The estate lights flickered. Smoke drifted through the air. I had never seen anything like this. This was the world I had willingly entered when I chose Zane. Then the world I had entered when I chose Alex. And now I finally understood something. Neither man could promise me safety. Not truly. They could promise protection. They could promise revenge. They could promise love. But everywhere they went... Violence followed. I lowered my eyes to my stomach. And suddenly, the decision became painfully clear.

She was rushing straight at me. Bang! The bottle smashed brutally against my head. The sickening crunch of exploding glass erupted in my ears, followed instantly by the hot, sticky sensation of blood trickling down my temple. “Sylvia!” Maggie’s piercing scream tore through the club. I stumbled backward, my vision swimming, only to see Silvia raising another bottle high above my head, her face twisted in pure madness. “Go to hell!” When the second blow came down, the world went completely black. I collapsed into a growing pool of my own blood, my consciousness fading as nothing but chaotic, distant screams echoed in my ears.

I had a knack for saying what's on my mind most times, but I thought it wise to keep quiet today. I didn't say anything else, instead I opened the door but I wasn't looking and ended up bumping into the other rude intern from earlier who was about to enter Zayn's office. “Oh, I'm so sorry,” I apologized quickly. “Watch where you're going!” He said, without even a bit of remorse. I stared at him wide eyed. I wasn't even at fault here. He saw me coming out yet he bumped into me and even when I apologized, he didn't have the manners to do so either.

Another null-born slams into a professor, horns driving forward with brutal force. The impact is sickening. The professor doesn’t get back up. My jaw tightens. No time to process it. A blur of movement catches my eye—Cassian. He’s on the ground, struggling, one of the null-borns towering over him, its claws raised— I move very fast. I might have killed Cassian’s boyfriend because he deserved it, but I wouldn’t forgive myself if Cassian dies too. I shift mid-stride, bones snapping into place as I slam into the creature, knocking it off him before its claws can come down. My jaws clamp around its arm, tearing flesh away brutally from its body.

Elara’s POV The gunshot shattered the world, and the sound returned in fragments before my vision did. I heard shouting, boots striking tile, and the metallic crash of furniture overturning. My ears rang violently, and my lungs refused to pull in enough air. “Ruin!” My voice tore out of me before I knew whether he was alive. A body collapsed beside the bed with a heavy thud. I forced my eyes open and saw Ruin standing over the fallen attacker, blood splattered across his shirt and jaw. His chest rose and fell like a storm trying to break free from his ribs.

Creepy because it made the ice coffins even clearer and I could just imagine myself being added to this terrifying collection of this psychopath. “I am not beautiful!” I blurted out, more in fear than in an attempt to make sense. I took my every breath cautiously. “We might have a clash of opinions on that,” Ruin said, strolling into the room until he stood right in front of me. Gulping hard, I looked into his eyes, “I am ugly and I will be an eyesore to this marvelous collection of yours.” He lifted his sleepy eyes over my shoulder and let out a chuckle.