My Life In The Ruins Novels & Stories

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

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.

His chest heaves, then he nods. There’s no time. We step inside, immediately met with chaos. The music and celebration is gone. Everything that made this place feel alive minutes ago has been ripped apart and replaced with screams. Pack members are scattered in every direction, some shifting mid-run, bones snapping, fur bursting through skin. Others freeze, paralyzed by fear as shadows tear through the room. And the null-borns—They are worse up close.

Let my fingers graze over stones that still thrummed with leftover enchantments, their heat a ghost in the walls from where Elias had etched sigils into the foundation stones, where Caelum had walked back and forth, circling in meetings, where Lucien had leaned into the dark like it had been his first home before I was. Dust had settled back on the windowsills, evidence that life had been living here as well. Not in disuse, but in intention. Because we weren’t just keeping a ruin standing anymore. We were building around it. And I would be leaving it behind again. I let my hand rest on the curve of the second-floor banister. Its wood was rounded from time and the hands of many, the edges wor

Two days of silk couches, soft croissants, her quiet laugh echoing off marble walls… I almost convinced myself I could breathe again. But when I stepped into my apartment, reality slammed into me like a freight train. It was ruin. The door had been kicked off its hinges, the furniture ripped to shreds like a pack of wolves had been through it. Glass crunched under my shoes, my bookshelves toppled, clothes scattered like confetti across the floor. My carefully kept life — gone, just like that. And worse. Scrawled in jagged black across the wall, over the ruins of a framed family photo, were the words:

“Maybe we’ll find someone left alive... or whatever’s left of them.” Rafe caught my wrist before I moved too far ahead. “You’re shaking.” I met his gaze, eyes burning like the fire behind me. “Then let me shake while I find out who did this.” And with that, I crossed into the ruin, because I’d already lost one life here, and this time, I was ready to take it back. The deeper we rode into Varrick’s territory, the worse it got. The ground was a graveyard. Burnt trees, overturned vehicles, and the stench of blood so thick it turned the air metallic.

Without risking a look at the eyes that I could feel staring at me as I marched barefooted out of the building, I made myself concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other, shivering as water seeped through my thin dress a minute later. I didn’t want to see the grandiosity of the building I’d just exited, knowing the luxury was so far out of the scope of my own poverty-stricken life without bothering to take a closer look, but I kept my head up high, all the same. Maybe I didn’t have much money, but all I had to do was look at Roman and Isla to know my life was far more blessed with their presence in it than any form of happiness that money could buy me in their place.

Everything between us finally came to an end. At that moment, a sharp scream echoed from the rooftop, followed by a violent tremor. I looked up. The rooftop structure collapsed entirely, sending debris and dust swirling through the air. Claire’s figure was buried beneath the ruins; not a trace of her remained. The woman who had ruined my entire life had finally received her ending. I floated in midair, silently watching as the world continued to destroy itself. Buildings collapsed. The earth shattered. Lava erupted. Oceans overflowed.

It hits the floor with a loud crash, the sound of breaking glass and metal tearing through me like a knife. My eyes sting. “Please! I’ll leave! Just don’t destroy it!” But they keep going, laughing as they rip through everything I’ve built with my own hands. Oil spills across the floor. My shelves collapse, sending bolts scattering everywhere. The sound of my life falling apart fills the room. When it’s finally over, I’m on my knees, clutching the side of the workbench, staring at what’s left. My shop is in ruins—again. Smoke rises from the broken engine, the air thick with dust and oil.

To help his childhood friend secure a spot in a high-ranking institution, my boyfriend, Frederick Linton, steals my academic report. The two of them use my work to publish a research paper before I can. Then, they proceed to accuse me of plagiarism. After they twist the truth and spread it online, I become the target of a vicious wave of cyberbullying. Eventually, the relentless harassment drives me into severe depression. Meanwhile, Frederick's childhood friend, Elaine Anders, rises to prominence in the academic world using my work. On the day Elaine receives her award, Frederick gets down on one knee and proposes to her. I, on the other hand, end my life by jumping off a rooftop.