Life In Ruins Novels & Stories

“I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late watching trash TV, alright?” “No promises.” Crystal responds, shooing me away. “You know that’s my favorite type since you’re so boring.” Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother responding before I head to my room and collapse on my bed so that I can finally let the weight of reality slam into me. “Shit,” I hiss, realizing what I was running headfirst into. “There really are monsters living amongst us and pretending to be humans.”

The replacement thus seemed unreasonable. "Ugh, I won't let him get away with this!" Natasha gritted her teeth. "Don't worry about it. Let Lydia play. Her films are all trash!" Lydia had too many scandals. She was definitely digging her own grave without me lifting a finger. Furthermore, some people even took the opportunity to sling more mud. The entertainment industry was filled with competition for resources. I was sorry about the IP; Allen ruined it. I did not mind at all, but they had clearly triggered me.

my two treasures for a lifetime, i'm ready to strike violence all over again, be the most heartless and worst person that could ever live on earth just to keep them safe. THE END

before smiling and leaving to get another cold can of Mountain Dew distraction. When did my life become such a shitshow?

His company was gone, and so were his friends and reputation. He lived alone in a rundown rental on the outskirts of the city. Half the paint had peeled from the walls. The windows wouldn't close properly, and during the winter, the cold wind found its way inside. No one in the neighborhood knew who he was or cared. Every morning, he went to the local market and haggled with the vegetable vendors over a few pennies. During Mildred's medical parole, she fell seriously ill and was admitted to the hospital. No one visited her—not a single housekeeper, driver, or maid she had once ordered around.

Elara firmly said, "Even if my family's empire crashes to the floor, and my only two options are to crawl back to you or beg for scraps on the street, I will gladly choose the street every single time." "You should be grateful I’m even offering you a life raft, you ungrateful bitch.." Roman gritted, his ego bruised beyond repair. "But you know what? Enjoy watching your world burn. Once the liquidation is finalized, that prime commercial land your father spent a decade securing will head straight to the federal auction block. And my family will buy it for pennies on the dollar." "Bastard.." she seethed. "But you still have an opportunity, sweetheart." Roman sneered, "Just swallow that ridicul

Thunderous applause filled the hall. Grace walked to the center of the hall and looked at me, her eyes shimmering like starlight. After years of being underestimated, the Sutton family had finally risen to the center of Jorvale's elite circle in this life. I inadvertently met her radiant gaze. In my previous life, after I "accidentally" died in a car crash, my soul lingered in the air, tethered by a powerful obsession. That was when I saw the first person who rushed to the scene—Grace.

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.

I was just a woman who had just been kicked out of her own home, carrying a small suitcase filled with the shards of my shattered self-respect. Rex finally glanced at me, his sharp eyes still fixed on the road. “A better place than that isn’t hard to find, Emma.” “You don’t understand,” I whispered, my hand clenching the bag’s strap until my knuckles turned white. “My life ended last night. I have nothing left to be proud of. All that’s left are ruins.” “Every new building is built on cleared ruins, isn’t it?” he replied calmly. “I can give you a life far more worthy. More than that jerk ever gave you.”

And the distant creak of something collapsing deeper in the ruins. I pressed my hand against the soot-covered floor. Felt the grain. The decay. The violence that once happened here now woven into the walls. “I miss you,” I said aloud. I didn’t care if it was pathetic. I missed Jace’s madness. Rick’s loyalty. Jaxon’s chaos. I missed the hell that made me feel alive. A charred photograph lay buried under rubble — just the edge of it sticking out. I pulled it free with shaking hands. The fire hadn’t fully consumed it.