Collide Into Ruin Novel Novels & Stories

A BEAUTIFUL THING TO RUIN BOOK 1 Intro; Elisa Moretti is a foreign student in Italy living on borrowed time, her education, her visa, her future are all tied to a fragile sponsorship. When it is suddenly withdrawn, her carefully built life begins to collapse in silence. Niccolò Valmonti notices her at a formal event weeks earlier. She doesn’t belong in his world, and he knows he has no business wanting something he could ruin but that is exactly why he thinks she belongs with him.

Pregnant and alone, his mother had carried him through war sirens and famine winters. He didn’t need to know whether it was a bomb or a god that broke the world. He already had someone to blame. Every day in the Ruins was a grind. You woke up hungry, dodged gangs, filtered dirty water through charcoal, and prayed that your cough wasn’t something worse. There were whispers of diseases, airborne, mutating, deadly. People just... faded. The lucky ones died in their sleep. But not Tunde. He had his music — an old solar-powered recorder, a secondhand guitar missing two strings, and his voice. His voice was everything.

His Knees gave up, his field of vision turned white, but he kept the arm inexorably stretched out until the presence was completely extinguished before him. Then the containment collapsed. The Azilla glove on his arm fell to black, fine dust, which fell in the wind. Raven crashed into the mud. His ribs burned, his right arm was completely deaf, but when he laboriously lifted his head, he saw that the place was empty. None Queen. No carmesin red light. The red column over the ruins flickered one last time and then extinguished completely. A gentle, familiar golden glimm rose again from the cracks in

Ruin Great fucking going, Ruin, you gave her a kiss. A bloody forehead kiss! As if my life wasn’t already a tangled mess, now I’ve gone and added another knot to it—a knot named Chloe Jane. I close my eyes, but the image of her, looking up at me with those unseeing eyes, trusting and innocent, haunts me. The last thing she needs is more confusion, more uncertainty. And what do I do? I lay a kiss on her like some bloody love-struck fool.

Would that really be so bad? Yes, Briar. I hiss inwardly. Think with your head instead of your pussy. No. I couldn’t go back and risk running into him again. I was certain that nothing good could come from having a relationship with a man like that. If I so much as let myself get closer to him and his world, I knew that he would lead me to ruin.

“Be warned.” This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you. For anyone else. For any future. For the life you thought you wanted. And once you’re ruined… there’s no going back.

Liam collapsed. His body hit the ground hard. My hands shook violently. Zander didn’t even look at him again. His eyes moved to me. I slipped the gun into the back of my jeans. My fingers barely worked. My heart pounded so hard I thought I would collapse. His eyes locked on mine, burning red. Not soft. Not familiar. It was Something else. Something colder. He lifted the gun and pointed it at me. My breath caught. Everything inside me broke apart. This was it. This was the end. Where did everything go wrong?

"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

Cazriel's POV I slammed the heavy wooden door shut with a thunderous crash, the lock snapping into place like a cage door. The echo hadn’t even faded before Riven’s body betrayed him completely. The ugly fight with my mother, the thick waves of fear rolling off him — it was the final breaking point. His heat, already vicious, detonated into something feral and unstoppable because he was trapped with the Alpha who had fucked that pup into his belly.

Final Scene: Florence Summit Ruins Amara walked into the same opera house that had once been her ambush. Now, she stood over the bodies of those who had orchestrated it. All dead. Luca at her side. Dante behind her. Cassian silent. The opera lights flickered to life. And with blood under her heels, Amara whispered: “The Ruin War is over.” No one clapped. No one bowed. But the world changed.