Novel & Cerita Life In Ruins

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.

There was no up, no down, just the overwhelming, chaotic storm of her heat, and a terrifying, soul-deep loneliness that was a torment all its own. But then, through the tempest, a new sensation began to register. Solidity. Warmth. Something solid and unmoving was beneath her, an anchor in the churning chaos. Her hazy awareness clung to it, a desperate survivor finding a piece of wreckage. The fire still burned hot in her veins, but it no longer threatened to consume her entirely. The pain still clawed at her, but it was muted, as if happening to someone else in a distant room.

Without waiting for her to insist, I left the room, heading down the hall, feeling even more hollow than before. Hailing a cab, I rode in silence back to what used to be my home. When I arrived, my heart sank all over again. The cozy home, filled with warmth and memories, was now a heap of debris and broken walls. The familiar sight was gone, replaced by rubble and ash. I picked my way carefully through what was left, each step heavy with sadness. This ruin was all that remained of my life, I had lost everything.

Arms came around me as a loud sob rippled through me. It was not okay. I was not okay. Everything was falling apart and I was just hanging by a thread, a weak fucking thread, just fucking hoping and wishing that I was able to salvage whatever was left of my life. I was in Italy because I lost. I was in this underground house, with the people whom I dreaded being in their presence because I lost. Julia was dead because I lost. Losses. Losses. Fucking losses. That was the story of my life—I was always a loser.

Brandon had done nothing more than stop by to see how she was and then leave through the same door he had entered. For Crystal, there could be no sadder life than the one she was living, where only in life did she seem to have a single friend, a single person who was truly willing to look out for her. Even if she died at that moment, she could already know who was going to be there for her, to cry her last tears. She was never going to understand why life could be so unfair, she, she who had committed no wrong, she who had always remained a dreamer, only looking ahead without harming anyone, she was the one who suffered the most. If reincarnation really existed, surely she was paying for th

Doesn’t matter who you are, I’ll ruin you if I have to. “I can do that. In fact when I was on my way I deleted my new blog. If this is going to hurt the people I love, I think it isn’t worth it. I’d rather have my old ordinary life back. Just let me go and you’ll never hear about me ever again. Your son can live his life however he likes and I will remain unbothered.” Mrs. Rylland smiled. “I’m glad to see that we are on the same page.”

So close to slipping away. In the changing room, I tear off the ruined dress with trembling hands. The fabric pools at my feet like the remnants of my destroyed life. I pull on my scrubs, the material offering the smallest feel of normalcy. My reflection stares back at me; golden-amber eyes puffy and shattered, dark hair falling messily around my face, cheeks streaked with dried tears. I look broken. I ‘am’ broken. But his life is on the line, and right now, that is all that matters.

The three of us are always together, and I feel that my friendship with Monica is the most sincere thing in the world. After that, my life became like a fairy tale. Paul, who was born into a wealthy family, proposes to me. Then I work at the company he runs as a researcher there. Monica does too, as Paul’s assistant. Then... in the third year of our marriage... everything is exposed. The betrayal. The destruction of my life. And my death... Oh my God, am I really being given a chance to fix my life? “Calm down, Kate. Calm down,” I whisper to myself.

“Your condition’s too serious. Only Director Nelson has the skills to minimize the damage. I’m going to beg him right now. Wait for me!” He left, leaving me sitting alone in the wreckage. I’d never imagined my grave would end up being a pile of ruins. My vision was starting to blur when a flash of white suddenly rushed in, followed by two of the rescue team members Derrick had chewed out earlier. It was my intern, Mike Levine. “Gwen! Stay with me! Don’t fall asleep! I’m here to get you out!” Then Derrick walked back in. He let out a mocking laugh. “What’s this? Couldn’t keep your lies straight, so you called someone in to save you? Then you’ll lie in a hospital bed for a few days and fake a