My Life In The Ruins Novels & Stories

I didn’t give him the dignity of a nod. His laugh was sharp, sudden, like he’d cracked the world’s most unhinged joke. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Dad really hired a mute man to watch me. Jesus Christ, this family is insane.” He collapsed back into the pillows, arms splayed, eyes on the ceiling. I checked the perimeter of the room, eyes scanning for weaknesses in the layout. Escape routes. Blind spots. I was trained to see threats. He was trained to make them. This was my last job.

who knew that he was the bad omen for me! ****************************** Just When It Seems Like Life is Getting Good, Something Always Has to Come Along And Ruin It. ************************* Names of places are fictional

"Damien….." Zia rushed towards the guestroom but her feet halted at the door. Her eyes enlarged in horror and shock by witnessing that startling view in front of her. The entire room had turned into a mess. Cushions, pillows, quilts were all lying on the floor. The cabinets, drawers, tables…everything was moved away from their places and were broken. Even the mirror and glass doors of shelves were shattered. It was looking like an aggressive storm had come inside and shredded every single thing inside that room.

At least I knew I screamed a lot before it happened but this time I couldn’t remember a thing. The vanity mirror which had survived it the first time caught my attention; but this time instead of standing royally like it used to, it now laid on the floor in a pile of molten gold which had hardened again to form nothing worthwhile, but gold all the same. The smell of burnt ruins filled my nostrils as I tried to get up and I began coughing violently as it almost suffocated me. Looking around and deciding that there was nothing left to take, I quickly wrapped my bodice around me and walked out of the ruins like a person stepping out of a horror movie scene.

His company was gone, and so were his friends and reputation. He lived alone in a rundown rental on the outskirts of the city. Half the paint had peeled from the walls. The windows wouldn't close properly, and during the winter, the cold wind found its way inside. No one in the neighborhood knew who he was or cared. Every morning, he went to the local market and haggled with the vegetable vendors over a few pennies. During Mildred's medical parole, she fell seriously ill and was admitted to the hospital. No one visited her—not a single housekeeper, driver, or maid she had once ordered around.

She was rushing straight at me. Bang! The bottle smashed brutally against my head. The sickening crunch of exploding glass erupted in my ears, followed instantly by the hot, sticky sensation of blood trickling down my temple. “Sylvia!” Maggie’s piercing scream tore through the club. I stumbled backward, my vision swimming, only to see Silvia raising another bottle high above my head, her face twisted in pure madness. “Go to hell!” When the second blow came down, the world went completely black. I collapsed into a growing pool of my own blood, my consciousness fading as nothing but chaotic, distant screams echoed in my ears.

All I had wanted was to have darkness consume me. I wanted to find peace in the menacing silence. To find comfort on the cold floor But I knew it just hadn't been possible. My life was now a huge disaster and I had no one help me fix it ,defintely not Jax . I hadn't even told the poor guy. Romano couldn't even help me get back up from my feet . My father was the type to watch you fail in silence . Thinking of Lucinda Corti,I shed a tear but wiped it before it ran through.

I was just a woman who had just been kicked out of her own home, carrying a small suitcase filled with the shards of my shattered self-respect. Rex finally glanced at me, his sharp eyes still fixed on the road. “A better place than that isn’t hard to find, Emma.” “You don’t understand,” I whispered, my hand clenching the bag’s strap until my knuckles turned white. “My life ended last night. I have nothing left to be proud of. All that’s left are ruins.” “Every new building is built on cleared ruins, isn’t it?” he replied calmly. “I can give you a life far more worthy. More than that jerk ever gave you.”

I had always longed for adventure. Papa use to say that would be the end of me if I kept Fantasizing about the world beyond the ruins but that never stopped me from dreaming. I sat with my legs hanging out the window from the ruined palace staring at the setting sun as snow lightly fell on the ground. I have been living in the ruins for almost ten years now, Mama and papa thought it would be more better to flee and hide away from those monsters as they say.

Perfect for the resistance to go unnoticed. As we drove, I realized just how untouched this place was by the chaos outside. There were no checkpoints, no military presence—just ordinary people trying to live ordinary lives among the ruins of what once was. The buildings were crumbling in some places, the streets cracked and uneven. Yet, despite the devastation, I could see glimpses of resilience. People were walking, chatting, tending to small shops that had somehow survived, or carrying supplies back to what remained of their homes. It was like they had taken the broken pieces of their lives and carefully glued them back together, bit by bit.