Devastated Novels & Stories

Devastation crashed through me so violently I had to lock my knees to stay upright. The door clicked shut behind her with terrible finality. Every carefully maintained piece of my composure shattered instantly. I stood frozen, staring at that closed door like it was the last barrier between me and total collapse. Raze howled in my mind—a sound of such profound anguish it nearly drove me to my knees. *Our mate. Our Lina. We're lost her. We've already lost her.* I walked to the window, putting my back to Jasper before he could see my face crack completely. Forced my voice into something resembling professional detachment even as I died inside.

The mistress just kept on wasting and grooving serpentine steps to the music from the headset. Dale was suffering the worst day of her life, a lioness hooked under a table, with no form of salvation. She knew by now that her acute legs were completely numb and were now cold, her neck hooked in broken range, she also felt severe pain in her stiffened back. Coming out of such a position would mean an hour nap of rehabilitation and by then Zoe would have brutally erased her existence.

I could only picture how my Ethan deceived me, how he stood responsible to the hell that I suffered. I don’t remember how long I cried but when I was back in my senses I found myself curled up like a cooked up prawn on my bedroom floor, I wasn’t able to cry anymore as my tears were dried up like drought.... I peeked outside and saw dark night sky filled with shimmering stars and mocking half moon. At this moment I felt nothing, no strength in my bones, no feel in my senses, my mind was heavily disturbed, my eyes were soar.... I felt like a fucking living corpse.....

I shake my head to her and pushed the door that had been pulled by the hinges and left swinging. My clothes were everywhere, my jewelry box was turned over, my computer was smashed. For a moment, I stood there and my eyes scanned the room again, and tears welled up in my eyes. I blindly found and sat on the bed's edge where my clothes were strewn on and put the pads of my thumbs to my eyes to stop the tears that would have come. This was by far the most painful thing anyone could have ever done to me, break the things I use to work.

My whole being trembled violently as the pressure building within me promised to extinguish everything. Zayn Dawson What use was having a $750k yacht when it was somewhere at the bottom of the ocean? Whose bright idea was to have a 3 days boat cruise on my luxury yacht to celebrate my birthday? I tried to remember but everything was still fuzzy. The only thing that was sure to me was the shipwreck last night and how I had somehow miraculously found myself on this island. It looked deserted. Small waves washed shells and debris to the pale sand. Fuck! This was just what I needed. Another fucking disaster.

I was already shouting at her and I didn't care. Someone had to do it, because Julie was already becoming a pain to everyone in Villeyfield Pack. My anger level had reached an all time high, and I still wanted to keep calm, but another look at my pack proved it impossible. it would be difficult to get everything to how they originally used to be, let alone the properties that were forever lost or the injured persons. I just hoped no one would die.

VERNERO POV I AM SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS. 6 words. That’s all it took for everything inside of me to crumble into nothingness. I felt it when all the energy infested inside of me fled, leaving me nothing but a ghost, a shell of what I used to be. Just by hearing those 6 unfortunate, becursed words from the deepest pits of heck. I opened my mouth to reply to the doctor, and ask them how, why did it happen? Why did it have to be her? Why couldn’t it be someone else? But nothing came out of my mouth, so I closed it. Because words couldn’t climb past the big lump in my throat.

dying. It freezes me to my core and breaks my heart and soul as I stumble over my own feet and the devastation around me. Pain and suffering bleeds from the bricks and morter of the walls as tears well in my eyes. 'What has happened to this once beautiful home?' It's a ruin of it's once former glory, oh goddess, what has happened? And why.. why is it so quiet? There are no crys, no howls for help, just sadness and pain seeping out, trying to suffocate me. Have our people truly given up on us, given up on us coming to save them? I feel myself falling away, this nightmare of a place that was once my sanctuary, my home dissolve into pure darkness when a hollow, cackling laugh ripples out. It wa

I sob as the pain becomes unbearable. I want to beg him. I want him to hold me. To my surprise, he turns around. He comes back to me instantly, and hope springs to life within me. "I am so sorry. I was consumed with hate," he whispers, and I search his face looking for the regret I know he feels. "I am sorry I am broken. You probably wish you chose someone else," I cry, and his mouth falls open for a second before he shakes his head.

The intensity of my emotions threatened to consume me, their grip unyielding. During the downpour, my mind flashed back to a day etched in my memory—the day I had returned after the night of the attack to find my father lying lifeless on the bed, my mother sitting next to him, she was looking pale and lost. The pain of loss resurfaced, raw and unrelenting. The image of my father's still form, forever etched in my mind, fueled the anguish that consumed me.