Collide Into Ruin Novel Novels & Stories

His hands were wet with blood. The chair dropped. It hit the floor with a loud crack. Rian looked at his hands. Then at Carter. Then at me. “I think I’m going to be sick,” I whispered. My stomach turned violently. I pressed my hand to my mouth. Rian stepped toward me. I stepped back. “Drisana—” “Don’t.” “I didn’t mean—” “Just don't. You almost killed him.” I looked at Carter again. His chest was still moving. Barely.

Tension began to crawl all over my body the moment I saw Salvatore hoisting his hand; aiming straight at his head until he pulled the trigger himself. ​ I closed the curtains immediately when he turned around. He saw me. Salvatore saw me watching! ​ With a throbbing body, my fists soften along with my knees trembling. The danger in this mansion is no joke—one bullet and you'd get killed. ​ I jolted when the door swung open and Salvatore walked his way inside unbothered. ​ Blood drips down from his hands. Seeing the stain on the floor made my stomach turn as my taste went sour. There seemed to be a lump stuck in my throat, forbidding me to speak.

Some days he wrote ten thousand words in one sitting. Dr. Patel read chapters as he finished them, making sure he was processing everything healthily. Dante read the final draft and cried. "This is important," Dante said. "People need to read this." The book published two years later. *From Ruin: A Survivor's Story* became a bestseller within weeks. Luca did interviews, book tours, speaking events. He told his story over and over, and each time it got a little easier. The shame lessened. The power shifted.

But this time, he stared through her, his face dark with resentment. If not for her, he wouldn't have lost me. If not for her, his family wouldn't be in ruins. The butler threw her out, but Sam's phone buzzed incessantly with calls from creditors and ex-partners. In frustration, he smashed it against the floor, finally understanding what it meant to be abandoned when the chips were down. He sank to the ground, haunted by the image of me smiling on Fabio's arm outside City Hall. His heart ached, the pain suffocating.

After a beat, he frowned and said, "Never mind. Just get the medicine." The ward next door remained empty. No one else had taken the room yet. Sean approached the bedside table and picked up a small lion sculpture. There were cracks on it; it had been glued back after it had been broken. It looked ugly. Suddenly, he coughed violently, and the lion slipped out of his hand. He subconsciously threw himself onto the floor to catch it before it could hit the ground. As he did so, he ended up knocking his head on the foot of the bed, and blood trickled down his face.

— I'm sure,– I say, my heart sinking in sadness, but I don't want to think about that possibility. A few minutes passed without either of us saying anything. Maybe Luke sensed how sad I was about this topic. — And what is the book about? – he asks again. — It's a romance between two teenagers. Overcoming life, depression. — I'm not a big fan of novels, but I make a point of reading yours. His arms are crossed on the table, his attention fully focused on me. I see my own reflection in the lenses of his glasses, and I realize I can't take my eyes off him. But then that hand grabs her arm and severs all connection between the two of us.

Two days passed in a quiet, healing blur. The encounter with Zaide, while initially jarring, had settled into something strangely reassuring in her mind. His suspicion was a wall, but his absolute loyalty to Lucian was the foundation the entire house was built on. For the first time, Kara started to believe that the foundations here were solid. She was finishing the last pages of the romance novel—an act that felt both foolish and deeply hopeful—when Milo knocked and entered, a friendly smile on his face.

It was the scream of a mother who'd seen her child branded. Windows exploded inward. The Hunters collapsed, clutching their ears. Even I fell to my knees, blood streaming from my nose. Only Rachel remained standing—barely—her silver necklace glowing against the pulse in her throat. *Control collar.* Anna blurred forward. The first director died mid-reach, his throat spraying arterial red. The second barely raised his stake before his ribcage caved in. The third turned to run—*mistake*—as Anna's claws severed his spine at the neck.

Her eyes were red when the door opened, making her heart thud in trepidation. Her lips parted in astonishment seeing a beautiful brunette walking in, draped in only two pieces. Her top was barely hiding anything. A black collar was fastened around her delicate neck. She swallowed hard recalling his words.

Hello to my beautiful readers!! Welcome onboard on this journey with me, and I’d like to say thank you all for giving this book a chance. Without further delay, I’d like to clearly state that this book is not one of your traditional Romance novels. This book is heavy with dark themes. LET ME SAY IT AGAIN, THIS BOOK IS HEAVY WITH DARK THEMES. So, if you’re uncomfortable with reading explicit sex scenes, detailed emotional, mental, and physical abuse, violence, murder, blood spillage—then this book is definitely not for you.