His To Ruin Novels & Stories

"Sometimes I fantasize about her just... disappearing. Not dying, necessarily. Just vanishing. Going off to ruin some other family and leaving me the fuck alone." I should probably stop talking. This is a stranger. But something about Cain makes me want to confess every dark thought I've ever had. "That's not terrible," he says calmly. "It's pretty terrible." "No." He turns to face me fully. "Terrible is what I've done." There's something in his eyes now. Something cold and flat that makes my stomach flip. "What have you done?" I ask, even though part of me doesn't want to know. He leans closer. Close enough that I can smell his cologne—something expensive and dark. "I've hurt people, Tali.

And with one single post, it shattered. “You’ve ruined me.” I muttered brokenly, staring straight at nothing. “You did this to yourself.” Ethan huffed with a hint of discomfort in his voice. A broken smile cracked my lips. “You’ve always been nothing more than a spoilt brat, throwing a tantrum just because things don’t go your way.” “Don’t talk like you know me.” He hissed. I arched a brow slightly. “Don’t I? Does Annette really know you and how truly soulless you are?” I asked in a taunting whisper.

“He tried to contain it. Quietly. Strategically. That didn’t save her either.” The honesty sat heavily between us. There was no heroic version of the past, only two different failures dressed as care. “I keep thinking about how easy it is to become a story here,” I said. “Not a person. Just a caution other students repeat.” Theo’s hand flexed against his knee. “I won’t let that happen to you.” “You may not get a vote.” He turned toward me then, eyes hot with something between fear and devotion. “Then I’ll burn through every room that tries to make one.”

“And whatever right I’m willing to take.” My breath caught. For a second the living room felt too small. The history of his mouth on my skin, his hands on my body, his voice in the dark telling me he could ruin me better than his son—all of it rose up at once. My body, still healing, still emptied, still remembered him. Remembered the way he had pinned my wrists and made me say his name. Remembered the way he had looked at me afterward like the claim had already been settled. I stepped back before I could do something stupid.

“Dri… baby, please. I’m so sorry. I fucked up. I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m drunk and miserable without you. Come back to me. I’ll do anything. I swear I’ll—” I hung up before he could finish, my hands trembling. A second later a video came through. I opened it before I could think. The footage was from my old apartment. Carter had broken in. He was smashing things, my favorite mug, the framed photo of my mother, tearing clothes out of my closet, throwing books across the room. His face was twisted with rage. “You think you can replace me?” he screamed at the camera. “I’ll burn everything you own. Come back to me or I swear I’ll find you and make you regret it.”

How can she ruin me? I was already ruined after what she had to go through. I didn’t have power back then but now with the power I had been bestowed with I had to correct everything that had went wrong. I paid for what my father, grandfather and my uncles had done. I would turn into like them and that was the thing I swore to myself when I was nine. I swore I’ll pay for everything they had done just to remove the blood that I see in my dreams tainting my white pure shirt. I could kill people but I couldn’t kill people who are innocent, who have families waiting for them at home and who are helpless. I treat people like how they should be treated. My first step towards making everything right

I opened my third beer. "I will book two flights to NYC right after your mum's wedding and I advise you to come back home because things are gonna end up ugly and you know it." He drops his bottle, he nods at me before leaving. I looked at the empty seat getting lost in my thoughts. ~~~

That's the only way he can have peace of mind but with the look of things, the animal isn't done with him. Alpha Connor ambled towards him, with every glance at Daciana, his anger keeping rising until it reached it's peak. His rouge isn't that patient to hurt someone and leave them, it loved finishing it's job just like now, the rouge wants nothing but to see Carlos dead. A part of it is beginning to accept that female is its mate. Since there is nothing it can do about it, it is only right to accept her. The moon goddess should have a reason for making her their mate. It wasn't just a mistake. All the rouge could hear was "kill and destroy"

Her whisper carried through the room like a death rattle: *"You promised...never to turn me."* Jackson's thumb brushed her cheek, leaving a smudge of blood. "I lied." The plunger depressed. Anna's scream shattered the remaining windows. Harris appeared in the doorway, his usually composed face slack with horror. "What the *fuck*—" Rachel's laughter rose over the cacophony—a sound like breaking glass. "The curse always skips a generation, Harris. Your father knew that." Beyond the broken windows, the full moon stared down like a wrathful god.

"A chance? You turned a healthy person into a cripple, and now you talk about second chances? Get lost, Carl, you're nothing but scum! "You and Lucy are both insane. What kind of sane person claims to repay kindness by inflicting pain? Lucy was a fool. Are you just as pathetic as her? "If you truly want to repent, then swear, right here in front of me, that you'll never interfere with my life again." Carl dropped to his knees, pleading, "Losing you is the greatest punishment. Reily, come back with me. I've already taken care of the Camden siblings. Let's start over. I promise I'll make you the happiest woman in the world."