Novel & Cerita Life In Ruins

Pregnant and alone, his mother had carried him through war sirens and famine winters. He didn’t need to know whether it was a bomb or a god that broke the world. He already had someone to blame. Every day in the Ruins was a grind. You woke up hungry, dodged gangs, filtered dirty water through charcoal, and prayed that your cough wasn’t something worse. There were whispers of diseases, airborne, mutating, deadly. People just... faded. The lucky ones died in their sleep. But not Tunde. He had his music — an old solar-powered recorder, a secondhand guitar missing two strings, and his voice. His voice was everything.

“Rune! That’s exactly my point. My name is Rune. It was never Ruin. You named me that. You made me feel, from the age of three, like all I ever did was ruin everything.” “That’s because you did!” Liddy replied, shouting now. “This piece of paper doesn’t prove anything, Ruin. You did ruin everything. I heard what your mother said. I was there.” “I was there, too!” “You weren’t even three! She said you ruined her life. I took you and put a roof over your head, despite the fact that you ruined everything you touched. Toasters. Blenders. Hairdryers. My refrigerator. The hot water heater….”

Even though she had been scrounging here for days, the scene remained the same: rusted weaponry, shattered statues, and the remains of a grandeur that had long since lost its significance. The silence and emptiness that occupied the spaces where life had flourished should have become second nature to her by now. However, every day seemed brand-new, and every rubble pile presented a fresh challenge. Zara detested it. despised the memories they evoked, hated the ruins. The reason she was here, however, was to ensure her survival. Broken electronics, lost texts, and food or water scraps that would have meant the difference between life and death were among the items discovered in these ruins.

The words hit something inside me, like something fragile, something that is already strained too far. “I do not feel like I am alone,” I said quietly. Ruin’s eyes softened. “Then tell me what you feel.” I hesitated. For a moment, I tried to hold everything back. I tried to keep it contained, but the pressure was too much. “I feel like everything is collapsing,” I admitted. Ruin did not interrupt. “I feel like I do not know who I am anymore,” I said. His expression remained steady. “I feel like my entire life has been built on something that might not be true.”

~The story of my life moves in rhythm to chaos along with a mesmerizing harmony of your voice engraved in my soul but all of them are buried in those graves of remorse~ In your life you meet people, some become your ravage, some become your redemption but if the same person becomes both your devastation and liberation then what would you do? Well, I took the side of ravage and still regret it now.

The jacket was ruined now, just like her dress, just like the perfect life she once thought she wanted. But she wasn’t broken. Not yet. Somewhere out there, Lucian was tearing the city apart. She could almost hear his voice low, dark, possessive promising ruin to anyone who had dared lay a hand on what belonged to him. Lila closed her eyes and held onto that promise like a lifeline. She had fought like the woman he had awakened. Now she would survive long enough for him to come finish what she started.

Luca’s POV I stood in the wreckage of what used to be my life. The building that once held my hopes, my work, my future, now a blackened skeleton of beams and ash. The scent of smoke clung to my clothes, the acrid bite of loss burning in my throat. They said it was an accident, faulty wiring. I didn’t believe them. I knew sabotage when I saw it, and this was too precise. Too well-timed. Just as I was clawing my way back from rock bottom, someone had come to make sure I stayed buried.

“But a vow made in ruin? That endures.” Together they began the walk back through the sleeping city. The night smelled of stone dust and the faint sweetness of newly sprouting weeds, life daring to reclaim broken ground. Zara glanced back once at the moonlit dais. For the first time since the war, the ruins looked less like scars and more like a beginning. Maxim followed her gaze, his expression thoughtful. “This place will rise again,” he said. “It already has,” she replied. “In us.” They moved on, their joined shadows stretching long across the fractured street, two figures carrying the quiet power of a promise that no crown could grant and no beast could break.

Her irises lowered and traced the marks on most parts of her body, mocking her ruination. "Why?" Her damaged soul complained. Why was she so helpless? A stranger came out of no where and ruined her whole life in a night. Her mind pledged her body not to smile ever again. She lost her reason to survive. She wasn't living anyway. After demise of her parents, she was merely surviving yet this right was also taken from her. After yesterday's night, what was the purpose now? Her blurry eyes studied the surroundings. The door was unlocked and open, illuminating the whole room with bright light.

People like me learn the complicated arithmetic of ruin: what to keep, what to destroy, how to make pain pay back pain. This plan came with a price. I had to walk away from my life: the house, what remained of the company, the name that used to open doors. There’s no compromise with people who want your destruction, only an exchange. I knew full well there would be no turning back the day I chose to go forward. But what was left to lose? Better to take what remains and wield it like a weapon than to watch the life I had curated evaporate while Lauren went on living a fairy tale.