From Ruin, She Rose Novels & Stories

She said A waiter passed by with a tray of champagne and she reached out, snagged a glass, and tripped. The golden liquid splashed across the front of my white suit, soaking into the fabric. Silence filled the room as everyone watched us with side eyes and interest “Oh, sorry, husband,” she cooed, her face a mask of mock horror. “It was such a clumsy mistake.” I stepped closer, pulling her so close our noses brushed, I smiled brushing a strand of hair off her face, the scent of the champagne and her perfume filled my lungs.

She wanted to hunt and worst of all , she wanted him. Then I remembered the full moon nights with Kael during my old life. The way he had claimed me under its light, knotting me deep while promising forever. The joy of feeling our child kick inside me beneath that same silver glow. Then the final full moon , the one where everything ended in blood and betrayal on cold marble. I gripped the vanity, claws digging into wood. The grief was still sharp, but it no longer broke me. It fueled me. “Never again,” I whispered fiercely to my reflection. “This moon will not be my end. It will be their beginning of ruin.”

She pointed a trembling finger straight at me, her voice ringing out clear and loud with triumph disguised as outrage. “SEIZE HIM! He’s poisoned the Queen!”

Now I prefer suicide than to remain In an unjust life and with an unjust human being. She finished her writing to smile faintly and put the paper and pen on the bed and got up heading to the bathroom.. She entered to see a blade she held in her hand to look at her at length.. Two innocent tears fell on her cheeks.. I heard the sound of the room door opening.. She flinched and knew that he had come.. She closed the door She leaned her back on the door to hear knocking on the door and his screaming as he ordered her to open.. She smiled lightly to close her eyes forcefully and cut the arteries of her hand.. She let out a strong cry that made the one outside drop his heart out of terror and fea

Intending to be a good person, she intended to thank a sentence, not expecting the other person's arm not to honestly touch her. Although her head hurt a little, she was still very alert and threw the owner's hand up to see his nauseating face, due to the drunken yeast in her body, so she was not afraid to point to his face scolding. "This thug, who's going to let you touch me?" He laughed with contempt, his lewd eyes peeking from top to bottom of her, he paused for an hour and laughed so badly, his yellow teeth only made her more nauseous. "Such a hot-tempered beauty, I just want to help you stand up."

“Do you even know how much I wanted that? It’s supposed to be mine! Along with Gryphon and everything they owned! You and that cripple! Both of you should just die! After you, I’ll kill that—!” Slip! The woman was too focused on kicking with all that she could muster that she forgot to keep her balance. She screamed as she fell to the hard floor. Roxanne even tore her skirt and broke her heel, perhaps even cracking her tailbone from the hard fall. Then again, the woman rose slowly, eyes glaring at the young mother who was already bleeding from her nose and mouth.

The sickness would be so intense during the early hours of the day, so intense that I'd have my head shoved down the toilet for hours, choking out everything I had managed to swallow the previous night. Just like this morning, all I had done since my eyes opened was throw up. Just as I stepped out of the shower, panic coursed through my bloodstreams when my eyes landed on a middle-aged woman standing in the middle of the room. "Who the fuck are you?" "Hi, I'm Rose." The woman had answered with a smile. I shot her a glare, causing her to force down a gulp. "Ricardo sent me. He asked that you wear the dress and come with me."

His friends turned to each other, having side eyes on her. They went to a corner and she closed her eyes. Inhaling a deep breath, she spoke in one breadth as she forwarded the red rose. "I don't know why but I really lite you. I don't know why but my heart goes trazy just by your mere presence. I know you have a dirl, whom you really lite but she rejected you. So, I.. I thought I should confess this once, before leaving this school. I'm.. Sorry. "

I saw the dumbfounded expression on Ethan and Annette’s faces, watching Ethan narrow his eyes at the image his father and I clearly made, and smiled mysteriously to myself. He’s angry. Jackpot. “Aria, are you alright?” Daniel asked, wrapping one arm around my shoulders as he guided me away from the many stares. I shrugged out his hold, my heart pounding furiously at the sudden intimate air between us. “I’m fine.” “Your dress is ruined.” He remarked softly. I glanced down at the wet stain on my chest. “Oh. I’ll take care of it. And thank you for saving me.” Not waiting for his response, I made for the restroom, and took time to clean up my mess.

“Then tell me how, Amara. Tell me what’s left when everything we are is built on lies.” She met his gaze. “We burn it all. And rebuild it from the ashes.” Later that night, she found herself on the rooftop again — the city lights below glimmering like dying stars. The wind carried the sound of waves, the faint bells from the harbor, the heartbeat of a kingdom holding itself together by will alone. A figure stepped out of the dark behind her. “Queen of Ruin,” a voice whispered. Feminine. Cold. Familiar. Amara turned sharply — her hand already on her gun.