My Life In The Ruins Novels & Stories

“Sit down, Rossi.” “No,” Liam said, leaning across the table until he was inches from Arthur’s face. “You want to talk about failure? Look in the mirror. You’ve built this massive, expensive tomb and you’re so lonely you have to spend your dinner tearing down the only person who actually gives a damn about you.” “Liam, don’t,” Ethan whispered, his voice broken.

For the boys who deserved better than a mother who was falling apart. The elevator doors opened to the lobby. I walked out into the sunlight. And tried to pretend my world wasn't crumbling around me. Again.

And I stood there, staring at the sister I thought I knew, realizing that what broke me wasn’t just losing my fiancé… it was losing the one person I never thought would hurt me like this. The sound of my mother’s sobs echoed through the house, and Adira’s last whisper trembled through the air… “I never meant to fall in love with him… but I did.” And that was when I realized… this wasn’t the end of something. It was the beginning of ruin. “Did you just say you love him???!!"

"You're not the only one who came back. I remember everything from our last life. Especially the part where you poisoned my tea... and watched me die." His eyes blew wide with horror. "So, do you really think there's a chance for us? Besides," I paused, my eyes raking over his ruined body before a slow, cruel smile touched my lips. "You have no legs. Your wolf is broken. Who would possibly want you now?" All the color drained from Damien's face. He looked like his soul had just been ripped from his body. "So all of this," I said, straightening up and signing the dissolution papers, "is something you brought upon yourself. Goodbye, Damien. This time, it's forever."

I was just a young girl who didn't know better… I'm sorry, Jamie. I'm so sorry. I'm not Jamie. His grip tightened on the bottle of whiskey, clenching his hands as they shook. Let's end it here, Anna De la Vegas… you're dead to me. A gut-wrenching groan tore from his throat as he hauled the bottle at the glass. It hit with a heavy thud and dropped to the floor, rolling. His eyes followed it; it was cracked… just like everything else.

I turned away from the wreckage, my shoulders slumped, my chest so tight it hurt to breathe. Everything has been taken from me. My life flashed through my mind in painful fragments, the wedding humiliation, the office bullying, the family rejection, the fire, my grandma lying pale and lifeless in that hospital bed. I had nothing left. No money, no home, no hope. Except one person. Ryder.

He started rambling, "Is your life the only one that matters? Do other people's lives not count? You just injured your right hand! Do you know how many people died in the earthquake? And you call yourself a doctor! "So what if you can't perform surgeries anymore? There are plenty of talented doctors in this country. Do you think the hospital can't function without you?" His self-righteous attempt to guilt-trip me destroyed any lingering feelings I had for him. It was true that other people's lives mattered too, and I was indeed lucky to have only injured my hand in the earthquake. But if Shaun had helped move the cupboard or called for help without delay, I could have been rescued sooner. My

~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.

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.

I can’t stand what’s happening right now. Life just seems…bleak. As depressing as that sounds, it’s the truth. I don’t see the point of going on anymore. I’ve lost it completely. I’ve ruined my life. That’s what I’m starting to realize. Or maybe my life has always been ruined and I only realized it now.