From Ruin, She Rose Novels & Stories

Did she ruin everything? Her knees buckle, and she sinks onto the edge of the bed, her hands trembling as they clutch the sheets. The tears come then, hot and fast, streaming down her cheeks as she tries to piece together where it all went wrong. The room feels unbearably empty without him. She glances at her phone, debating whether to call him, but she hesitates. Would he even pick up? “I’ve ruined it,” she whispers to herself, her voice breaking. “I’ve completely ruined it.”

"Anna, you don't look so good. Want some candy?" The class belle smiled sweetly as she held out a bag of fruit candies. In my previous life, I ate one. That very night, every penny in my bank account vanished—including the money I'd saved to pay for Grandpa's lifesaving surgery. Desperate to afford his treatment, I gave up my acceptance to Oxvale University and worked myself to the bone day and night, but before I could save enough, he died. And eventually, so did I, alone and exhausted in my tiny rented room. Only after I died did I learn the truth. The class belle had bonded with a transfer system. As long as I ate something she gave me, whatever money was in my bank account would a

The aura of a man who ruled life and death, a man who was utterly untouchable and utterly devoted, filled every corner of that darkened space. Jasmine buried her face briefly in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent she had craved, the scent that had become her anchor in chaos, and the tight coil of fear in her chest began to unravel just enough for tears to fall freely. Relief flooded her, washing away a fraction of the terror, a fraction of the pain, leaving only a trembling, vulnerable, but grateful heart.

“Don’t do this. Don’t destroy what’s left of you.” For a flash of a second, her eyes softened. But then the madness took her again.

Panting, I stared at the shoes approaching me, lying face down. “Here I thought you were strong and responsible,” a deep voice resonated in the bathroom. It took me a few moments to realize whose voice it was. But when I did, I tried to get to my feet but my body failed me again. “I would have stamped on your face, but I can’t have my shoes dirty with shit. These are the same shoes I bought from your money. Remember what you did to the slave market that sold Carys?” Ruin said. He squatted in front of me, his elbows over his knees as he grabbed my hair again and lifted my face inches away from the floor.

Xiuying was actually woke up in the middle of their travel but decided to pretend to see what the prince plans for her, to be abducted in the middle of the night. She can't help but gently trace his cheeks, nose and lastly his lips with her fingers but her eyes held a complicated gaze. At first she was shock to see a face so familiar, the face of the last person she placed all her hopes in previous life only for that same person to die protecting her during her escape. "Raine..." an almost whisper call reach her ears as they run. "Guzheng, they are almost here..." Raine tried to be strong but fear and helplessness still creeps in her bones and tightly holds her heart.

She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her. She took out an envelope containing different photos of different people in it, she stared at the image with a mixture of rage and disgust. “Revenge!!!“ She yelled as she fell to the ground crying” “I'll neither sleep nor rest until you all are dead!!”

He paused, and the silence was louder than his shouting. "You’re not the woman I fell in love with," he said quietly. The words felt like a knife in my chest. "It’s still me, Liam," I choked out. "I’m still the same girl. I just... I made a horrible mistake. I got lost. But I’m still here. I’m still Maya."

All she needed was Clarisa—and the dignity she had just reclaimed. As they descended the stairs, Emely and Vanes stood there with mocking smiles. “Oh, the drama queen is finally leaving?” Emely sneered, sipping her tea. “Good. This house will finally be free of parasites.” Vanes only smiled faintly, stroking her still-flat stomach. “Be careful on the road, Sister Serena. Don’t faint on the street.” Serena paused at the grand door. She turned slightly toward them, offering a smile that sent a chill down Vanes’s spine. “Enjoy your temporary victory, Vanes. Because the real story has only just begun.”

“Then walk in like you’ve already won it.” I glanced at her, and for a moment the noise of the room fell away, the way it always did when she looked at me like that, steady and certain even with everything stacked against us. Six hours ago she’d been kneeling in broken glass beside her mother, shaking almost as badly as Naomi had been.