He Will Tear Your City Down Novels & Stories

“Your soldiers have not lost enough to know how desperately they need power. The day push comes to shove, your city will be destroyed.” My gaze fell to my feet as my mind flashed back to the day I died. South City being destroyed by my own hands. How dare he say I have not lost anything? “Get out,” I spat. “Excuse me?” I said. “Get out of this city,” I said coldly. “There is no room for your teaching methods anymore.” Ryan snorted once and then burst into derisive laughter. “Fine.” He stomped into his room and picked up his bow and arrow. “Good luck with your city.”

"If you're willing, I'll be her real father from now on. It might be a little late, but I promise I'll be ten thousand times better than that scumbag Harvey." I looked at him, and the walls I'd spent six years building came crashing down. It turned out that no matter how far I pushed some people away, they'd still be there with open arms when I was at my lowest, ready to say, "It's okay. You're home now." It had stopped snowing outside. The room was warm, the heat pumping steadily. Munchkin stirred on the king-sized bed and smacked her little lips a couple of times before settling back into a sound sleep.

“I started it.” “That counts,” he says. His voice is rough now. The calm is gone. “You just rewrote everything.” I close my eyes for a second. When I open them, he is still there. He did not disappear when the weight landed. That matters more than the broadcast. Eli laughs suddenly. It is sharp and disbelieving. “You realize half the city is going to try to tear itself apart.” “Yes,” I say. “And the other half is going to try to rebuild it,” he says.

“Or what?” “Or I’ll destroy you.” His voice drops to a whisper, but it’s venomous. “I’ll make sure every door in this city closes in your face. I’ll paint you as an unstable gold-digger who can’t be trusted. I’ll drag your mother into this, make sure everyone knows exactly what kind of person you are. By the time I’m done, you’ll wish you’d never crossed me.”

Bryan yelled, holding onto me so I wouldn't fall into a gap. "I initiated the 'Final Chapter,'" the Publisher laughed. His eyes were wide and red. "The city isn't just a home. It's a bomb. In sixty seconds, this place will fall out of the sky and flatten every city below it. Lagos, New York, London, all gone. A clean slate for a new writer." "You're crazy! You'll die too!" I screamed. "I'm already dead," he said. He tossed the remote over the edge and opened his arms wide. "End the story, Hazel. I dare you."

I threw it all at the walls holding me. The stone exploded outward and the hands made of absorbed deadies shattered. The city screamed in my head but I didn't stop. I was done being afraid. Done letting my past control me and done letting anyone make me feel small. The walls around me cracked then crumbled. The illusion of my father dissolved into nothing. And the crack kept spreading through the buildings, through the ground and through the entire city. It spread like lightning, fracturing everything in its path. The city's voice rose to a shriek as its structure began to fail.

I balanced myself when the shaking intensified. “W-what’s going on?!” I yelled, looking at Adolf. He didn’t answered my question at first but when he slowly lifted his face his eyes widened in horror when he saw what was coming for us. I gulp, following where he is looking at. The view itself caused the colors of my face drained. The upper land is cracking and it’s opening up. If the floors will collapse, then, it will be the end of the city of impoverishment.

He leaned in, voice turning into ice. “If you think I won’t tear this city apart, call in every alliance I have, and drag the truth out by force—you’re wrong. I’ll expose you. I’ll make sure she never steps back into your house again. And I swear to God, if Sofia or Martha gets hurt because of you…” His voice dropped to a razor whisper. “I’ll end you.” A chill slid down my spine. We stared at each other—two men with too much to lose, too much fury between us, and one crying child caught in the middle.

Fuck with my body for choosing a tiny-scale war as the perfect time to get sentimental. “Fine,” I huffed. “But if I die, I’m haunting you in the most expensive dress I own and with the most annoying commentary possible.” “If you die,” he said flatly, “I’ll burn this city down.” I stared at him. He was already looking forward again. What the hell was that......? The chaos spread toward the back of the club.

He would pull them one by one until the tapestry of deceit unraveled completely. Damian rose from his chair and moved to the window, looking down at the streets below. Cars flowed like rivers of gold and silver, the lights reflecting in the glass. The city was alive, chaotic, unpredictable, yet here he was, orchestrating an unseen counterstrike that would shift everything in his favor. He felt a connection to the pulse of the city, a rhythm that mirrored the calm before the storm he was about to unleash.