His To Ruin 소설 & 이야기

she mumbled, obviously surprised by my sudden appearance. Tears quickly rolled down my eyes upon seeing her. I weakly leaned my body against her, asking for her support. “He didn’t trust me, enough. I love him yet he ruined our marriage,” I whispered against my sobs and let myself broke down in pain. Yes, he's the one who ruined it. He might have seen me naked with another guy but I know nothing happened. If anything did… he would have known I didn’t want it to happen at all. He really did it intentionally.

And the way he’s calling Zion dirty, he was far cleaner than him. “I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I’m going to destroy everything they hold dear, and they won’t even know what hit them,” I promise, making him nod in approval. “No one gets to mess with Ruin and live.” “That’s the woman I know.” I stand up, winking at him. “Chaos, baby.”

“Lost your chance. Could’ve escaped, but you foolishly helped the other woman first. Did any of them stop to help you? Before saving the world, you should know that the world will sacrifice you to save itself. Honestly, I would have been happier if you had escaped alone and quietly. But you… ruined my entire business tonight. No one ever dares to ruin Ruin. But now… I am angry and I haven’t been this angry for a long time. You deserve a special branding, Miss… what was your name again?” “Fuck off!” I cried, yanking wildly at the shackles. “Ok, Miss Fuck off. I am Ruin. Close friends call me Ru and my enemies stay alive just long enough to understand the actual meaning of my name.” He said as

She was feeling like she was on the edge of erupting. She clenched herself harder around him which made him growl and intertwined their hands. He pinned her on the bed and thrusted in and out of her in a more fervent manner. Bliss blazed all over his body, witnessing her innocence staining in his darkness. He knew it might sound irrational but seeing her getting completely ruined under him, he was feeling ecstatic because he knew he himself was the ruiner and he was going to be the only ruiner in her life who would ever dare to ruin her like this because he was not going to let anyone else to even think about witnessing this ruination of hers, let alone allowing someone else to become her ru

He said before approaching Eliot's daughter who is still asleep. He picked her up before walking out but even before he could get out he stopped while turning around. "you are no longer the Iris I loved and knew before, you've already change." His last utterance before continuing to come out with the loss of his volume in my sight was also the weakness of my two knees before falling to the floor. "I haven't changed, I'm still the Iris you know and love, destiny is just playing games with me, why did I become like this, to be cruel." I spoke softly as I looked at the door he walked through.

“I’m in chains. What exactly could I do?” I turned toward the entrance, needing space. Air. Anything. But then he added, softer, “Besides, think about you?” “Don't haunt my dreams My ruin.” I stopped. “What did you call me?” I asked,turning to him but not fully. “My ruin…you tried to ruin me a few seconds ago and you are walking away like it's not a crime”. He said,his gaze never wavering. I chuckled, “you are a very funny rogue”.

No matter how hard we try, fate always takes its course—leading us either to destruction or to salvation. The truth can be buried in the darkest grave. Flesh can burn in the cruelest of flames. But reality… reality always rises. And when it does, it comes to collect. “You need to start looking for the money, Brinda. There's nothing much the hospital can do.” He said, his voice dropping drastically. I watched closely enough to see that he couldn't stop the tears that he was trying so hard to control. “Please… I have no one. Who will I turn to?” I asked him, my voice gentle.

"I really do love Damien... I..." "Love?" I sneered. "Do you love his money, his status, or the opportunity to ruin him?"

Liana stared at me, shocked, humiliated, shaking with rage. “You ruined everything,” she spat. I leaned closer, voice dropping into something colder than the exile she had just been handed. “No,” I corrected softly. “You ruined your own life. I was just the excuse you needed to show everyone what you really are.” Then I stepped back. “Take her out before I stab her to death.”

Catherine - _*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> I've always believed that ruin has a particular sound—not the dramatic crash you'd expect, but something quieter. More insidious. Like the whisper of silk against skin as expensive dresses are folded into trunks, or the hollow thud of books being stacked in crates. The sound of a life being dismantled, piece by careful piece.