Novel & Cerita His To Ruin

The disposable spare. The discarded omega. They were two sides of the same tarnished coin, both deemed unworthy, both cast aside by the same cruel family, the same brutal pack ideology. Kael had been the prized heir, the perfect Alpha. Caius, his identical reflection, had been deemed a surplus, a threat, a ghost to be erased. She had been the perfect Luna, cherished and paraded, until the moment she wasn’t, and then she too was discarded like trash.

Every shadow that prowled within him now prowled within them. His hand trembled as he wiped the dagger clean. He did not let them see it. The Beast curled inside him, pleased, its chains slick with new blood. Its hunger thrummed through every bond, waiting for the chance to pull them all into ruin. Maxim exhaled into the ash. He had not saved them. He had tied them to his doom. Their blood steamed on stone, binding them to his ruin.

"You're breaking up with me, huh? Your hand is ruined now. The hospital won't want you anymore. Your career is done for! Who else would want you but me?" I took a deep breath and slapped him with my left hand. Then, I knocked over the thermal container he had placed on the bedside table. Shaun was stunned. He couldn't believe that his usually calm and gentle girlfriend would lose her temper. I glared at him, my finger trembling as I pointed at him furiously.

The consequence of guilt and vengeance pressed down on him, merging into an unrelenting force. He whispered quietly, more to himself than to the world outside. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” But it had. Mrs. Luigi was gone. Mateo’s life is shattered. And Aurora would wake to a life broken in half because her nanny is dead. And Vito Salvatore, for all his power, knew one simple truth. Every life he touched eventually burned. He looked down at his hand again, the one she had bandaged, and let the thought echo once more before turning away to go to his bedroom.

he said, and anger rushed to my face. How dare he blame me when he was the one who ruined everything? “I ruined it? Are you sure about that?” I rasped. He didn’t answer. Instead he grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to meet his eyes. “So what can you do about it? Don’t tell me you want to ruin things because of that man,” he slurred. I forced myself to relax. I would never ruin what I was building with Dante Blackwell again. He was my salvation this time.

“You’re like a beautiful ruin dressed in fire and silk, and though I see the cliffs ahead, I follow still, longing for the wreckage you’ll leave me in.” Fuck, why was that so… sexy? I wasn't supposed to be getting wet. I had a goal I had to achieve. He raised his eyes to mine, his dark and clouded with lust. “Because, my love, that’s all that is going to come out of this. Ruin and wreckage. For both of us. Fuck, all of us. We’ll be your damnation and vice versa. You want to know why you should run away? Fine, I’ll tell you.”

It was messy and real, all the tension and confusion and wanting that had been building since that plane ride. When we finally broke apart, I was breathless. My fingers were still tangled in his hair. His forehead rested against mine, both of us trying to steady ourselves. “Guess I ruined your calm,” I whispered, my voice shaking slightly. He smiled then, slow, dangerous, and beautiful. “No,” he said. “You just made it real because I'm going to fuck you now.”

Danielle You would think that Mr. DaVinci was the last person that was going to attack. But he was only the beginning. “I don't think we should be trusting a woman who crashed her car while she was partying.” Another of the executives looked at Liam. Oh, Melanie. The amount of trouble that you have created for me.

Mainly because he found out – I don't know how – and has been an asshole about it, using it to threaten me, subtly though. His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer, like he could shield me from the memory itself. “I’m here,” he says. “I’m not letting anything happen to you.” Something inside me cracks. “He ruined me,” I choke out. “I’m trying to move on, Alessio, I swear, but the second I saw his handwriting I… I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was right back there, trapped, alone, and…he…he…”

Marcus's gaze moved between the three of them, calculating, searching for an angle Elena suspected he'd relied on his entire life to escape consequences that would have buried anyone else decades ago. For the first time since she'd met him, she watched him fail to find one. "You'll destroy the family name," he said, though the words carried none of their usual authority. "Damian's name. Your children's name, eventually, if you're foolish enough to have any with this girl." "The family name survived your father's cruelty," Damian said. "It'll survive the truth about yours too. I'd rather my children inherit an honest ruin than a dishonest empire." Marcus stood very still for a long moment, so