Collide Into Ruin Novel Novels & Stories

The shockwave threw us down the stairs, the world turning into a kaleidoscope of pain and shadows. Everything went black. When I opened my eyes, the sun was rising over Blackridge. I was lying in the middle of the street, surrounded by the charred remains of the Vance Tower. The building was a smoking ruin, a monument to the greed that had nearly destroyed us. Ruan was beside me, his arm around my waist, his face covered in soot and blood. He looked like a man who had survived an apocalypse. "Is it over?" I whispered. Ruan looked at the ruins, then at the Phantoms who were gathering around us. Vulture, Jax, Bear—they were all there. Battered, bruised, but alive.

Sudden silence fill the air which got interrupted by Minha's sobs every now and then. "H-He says he did it by m-mistake. How can he ruin my life as mistake, dad? Mom? He h-had ruined me." Her words stabbed the souls of listeners. Especially Edward's who could not dare to look at his sister's face anymore, because of shame and regret. His sister was a victim of someone like him. *** Edward entered inside his room. Locking the door, he slide down against the wall, closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands.

As his hands reached his chest, a gold skin made an appearance, unlike the pale skin most men have. The wound is a little above the heart area and is ruptured very badly that it is bleeding. The wound might have infected and I remembered the moment when he crashed into the woman in the lobby, the box struck him right there. The wound must have ruptured then. How come he did not give a slightest expression of pain when an incident like that happened. He really is rough.

Moreover, Elise had given me the copyrights to three major novels—top-ranked and perennial chart-toppers in order to help me vent my frustration. Many people went wild on her social media. [Did Rosie save your life before? Why did you give her so many novels?!] [Elf, if you're being threatened, just change your profile picture!] Elise immediately changed her profile picture to a shot of me on the set, leaving everyone stunned. My fans burst into laughter. [I knew it! How could someone say Rosie was some kind of evil capitalist who forced Elf to give up her novels?!] [Elf probably has about twenty novels! Give them all to Rosie if you could!]

The van continues to swerve side-to-side, the driver unable to regain control. Another hit and the van lurches to the side and crashes into something solid. Patrick collides with me, colorful words spilling from my mouth as we slide towards Calvin. My back slams into the wall as we come to a halt, the behemoth smashed up against me. My ears ring from the impact, and it takes several seconds to get my eyes to focus. Patrick may be disproportionate as hell, but he’s still really fucking heavy.

And I stood there, staring at the sister I thought I knew, realizing that what broke me wasn’t just losing my fiancé… it was losing the one person I never thought would hurt me like this. The sound of my mother’s sobs echoed through the house, and Adira’s last whisper trembled through the air… “I never meant to fall in love with him… but I did.” And that was when I realized… this wasn’t the end of something. It was the beginning of ruin. “Did you just say you love him???!!"

When he finally came home, all the anger I’d been swallowing for months came spilling out. It was a knock-down, drag-out fight — the kind that leaves you trembling long after it’s over. Words that could never be taken back, tears that wouldn’t stop. And somewhere in the middle of it all, we called it quits. But of course, nothing was ever simple. He refused to move out. The home — a small, rent-controlled place that had been given to me and my children — suddenly became another battlefield. And there I was again, standing in the ruins of another promise, trying to figure out how to keep my babies safe while the walls around me cracked.

Too hot. Then another explosion ripped through the docks, and the moment was shattered. By dawn, the rogues were gone, leaving bodies scattered, the docks in ruins. Aiden leaned against a crate, blood soaking his shirt, ribs screaming. Dante crouched beside him, face streaked with dirt and blood, golden eyes still burning. “This wasn’t random,” Aiden rasped. “They knew where to strike.” “Which means one of us is leaking,” Dante said grimly. His hand lingered on Aiden’s side longer than necessary, pressing the bandage firmly.

The library descends into an uncomfortable silence, one I'm itching to break but I don't say anything, patiently waiting for him to speak. “Did you see the rift?” I nod. “It wasn't there when I left.” “And it's just the beginning. Even before you left, the shadows in our realm had intensified but we've been able to keep them at bay and prevent things from escalating. And now we have rifts.” Leaning back on his couch, fatigue washing over his face, he sighs, “Who knows what else will come? The human realm is collapsing, so is our realm but at a more obvious level.”

Calculating. “Because when I strike back,” Robert murmured, “there won’t be a camera left standing to record the fall.” The glass hit the desk with a sharp thud. Outside, the sirens wailed. Inside, the storm gathered. The house of wolves was coming undone, and Robert Wolfe was done pretending to be civilized.