My Life In The Ruins Novelas e Histórias

— It might not be – I diverted my attention outside, to the place where the car passed – there's no feeling in you. — In the end, you will discover that I am not the monster you imagine. I swallowed hard, forming a smirk at what he'd just told me. Gonzalo acted like a tyrant, who believed he had power over the lives of others. I watched people in the streets as the car drove towards the hospital where my mother was admitted, but I couldn't feel happy to be back. My life was no longer the same. Neither does my mind. Luke, son of the Billionaire, playboy and irresponsible, had died when he was forced to get on that plane and go to another state. The Luke who returned to Rio de Janeiro was a ma

“Dri… baby, please. I’m so sorry. I fucked up. I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m drunk and miserable without you. Come back to me. I’ll do anything. I swear I’ll—” I hung up before he could finish, my hands trembling. A second later a video came through. I opened it before I could think. The footage was from my old apartment. Carter had broken in. He was smashing things, my favorite mug, the framed photo of my mother, tearing clothes out of my closet, throwing books across the room. His face was twisted with rage. “You think you can replace me?” he screamed at the camera. “I’ll burn everything you own. Come back to me or I swear I’ll find you and make you regret it.”

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.

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.

I splashed some cold water on my face from the bathroom before rushing to the front gate intercom. "Let her in," I told the security guard, my voice steadier than I felt. By the time I got back to the house, Mia was wrestling a massive floral suitcase up the driveway. She was a burst of chaotic energy—curly blonde hair piled in a messy bun, oversized sunglasses perched on her head, wearing a bright yellow sundress that screamed summer.

The room, once a place of order and control, is now a chaotic mess, mirroring the ruin of my life. Finally, exhausted and shaking, I sink to the floor amidst the wreckage, my chest heaving with sobs. My life, once so meticulously controlled, is now in shambles. The weight of my mistakes crushes me, leaving me gasping for breath. The tears flow freely, mingling with the blood from the cuts on my hands.

The red light is on. We are an iconic image. The Founders in Ruins. Bloody. Naked. Bound ropes still dangling from our waists. The architects of the apocalypse, holding hands in the debris. The reporter shouts a question. "Is this victory? Or defeat?" I step forward. I don't try to hide my body. I don't try to hide the scars. I look into the lens. "We're just beginning," I say. My voice is raspy, but it carries. "Echo lives. We live. And we're going to make this right. All of it."

I thought I could rebuild what I had shattered with my lies, my betrayals, my cowardice. But now… Now, everything lies in ruins. Everything is ashes. The life I thought I could salvage has burned away, leaving nothing but smoke and regret. . . . . . . . . . . . Hey Guys!! I hope you all are liking this book so far if yes then please do let me know also I have uploaded Ryan Eva Damon Shefali and Kayden's images on my i*******m. Those interested please have look and let me know your opinions via messages or comments.