Im Ruined Novels & Stories

"Saw you through the glass. Figured I'd say hi." He didn't sit down. He just stood there, rain dripping from his jacket onto the floor, creating a small puddle around his boots. "You're soaking wet," I said. "Yeah, well." He ran a hand through his damp curls. "Rain came out of nowhere." An awkward silence stretched between us. The barista called out an order. The espresso machine hissed. "Jax, about the book—" "It's nothing," he said quickly. "Don't make it a thing."

“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.”

Three years ago, I suffered a miscarriage while helping Julian Holt, my husband, secure a crucial deal. The doctor informed me that my uterus had to be removed due to severe blood loss, and I would never be able to conceive again. Julian flew back that same night. He knelt by my hospital bed and slapped himself repeatedly. His eyes were bloodshot. “It’s all my fault! If it weren’t for me and that business deal, you wouldn’t be in this state, and we wouldn’t have lost the child… It’s all my fault!” Over the next month, he went back and forth between the company and the hospital, visibly growing thinner by the day.

when I got to the front door I pushed it without hesitation with my hand so it opened at the same time I grabbed everyone's attention as well as the MC who was speaking earlier. "O-oh Lets welcome the owner of LOU E Corporation none other than Ms. Iris Lou Ephraim." Announced by mc so everyone applauded but there was still no trace of emotion that could be seen in my two eyes when I saw the person I hadn't seen in the past year. I can see his posture so much that I can still remember everything about him.

There's a part of me that feels like that's where I belong, that's what I'm made for. Being a trained assassin for the government's undercover organization. Even though the boys and I burnt it to the ground after our escape, we've always known that wasn't the end of B2O. It would have taken them literally an hour to get up and restart in other facilities that they had around the world, but with the damage we left them in, who knows? We burnt the facility Roman and I were trained in, along with the one the rest of us were trained in and the other ones we heard of over radio chatter.

Enrique got up with the intention of leaving. "I'm sorry, Enrique, it wasn't my intention.” "I already knew it," Enrique returned to sit in the same place as always. "So, how is everything going at the Aguilera company? Are Crystal shares moving well?” "Everything has been a success. You should already know it.” "Wherever she is, I know she's doing very well.” "Do you still think that one day you will find her?” "You know well that my feelings towards her have not changed at all.”

Pretend it never happened? Fuck.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Her lips part, but no sound comes. Just a shaky breath. I cup her jaw, thumb tracing the faint bruise Lucas left earlier. I saw them but didn't want to cause chaos at the party and get my uncle all curious. My blood heats at the sight of it right now. “Someone scared you. It's bad enough that Rafè’s out there hunting. Talk to me, or I’ll go find out myself.” She shakes her head, eyes dropping. “It’s… someone broke in. Took something, and sent a photo. It’s nothing.”

He grinned, “Look, she can make a sound.” I wiped the blood from my lip and they laughed. I spat on the ground and that wiped their grins off. “She’s disgusting,” Daren muttered. “She’s stubborn,” Aldrich corrected. “But it won’t save her.” The next hit sent me to the ground and someone tossed water over me. “Get up.” “Again.” “Again!” “Don’t you dare stay down, mutie.” My fists trembled as I rose and my legs shook, but I didn’t let them see it.

In a desperate, life-threatening situation, even the lowliest or most cowardly creatures would fight to stay alive, much less someone like Roland. He frantically tried to defend himself. "Your Majesty, my failure to arrive in time to protect you was my fault. But I was wronged! Mirella often abused Vivian at home and took advantage of her pregnancy to act lawlessly. She stole my signal flare before I left, and I had no idea of the attack!" Those words stirred my heart all over again, and I let out a bitter laugh. The signal flare I desperately begged for had now become something I stole.