My Life In The Ruins นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Life that I thought would go on peacefully, is now like an endless labyrinth. Many times I have tried to find understanding, looking for answers to this drastic change. Why did Mr. Alexander do this? How can I live my life that has been ruined like this? Will people I know hate me because of that video? Every step I took felt like it had stopped, and the destruction I saw was so clear before my eyes. I feel trapped in endless despair. My footsteps took me to a very quiet place. I have been destroyed, my life is now useless. All is lost! This game has just ended.

CHAPTER 57 — Ashes and Awakening The world came back to Aiden in shards. Smoke choked the air. Sparks rained from cracked beams. Concrete dust coated everything like snow, settling on blood and sweat alike. Aiden’s ears rang. His lungs burnt. He coughed violently, clawing through the wreckage. “Luca!” he screamed, voice hoarse, raw. Silence answered him. Only the low hum of dying machinery echoed in the ruins. Aiden pushed through the debris, every step an effort. Blue light flickered from a corner of the chamber. His heart skipped.

I blinked, confused, and straightened my back a little. “Good news?” I echoed. “Yes,” she replied, nodding. “Very good news.” My heart began to beat harder, but my mind struggled to imagine what kind of good news could exist in the ruins of my life. I had lost everything. I was working in a restaurant. My parents were dead. My home had been stolen. My name had been dragged into shame. What kind of good news could still find me? Mira leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice again as if the information was too precious to say loudly.

“We need to move.” I forced myself to nod, pushing down the nausea rising in my throat. There would be time to deal with what I had done later—if we survived this night. Damian pulled me behind him, leading me through the wreckage. The estate was in ruins. Windows shattered, walls scorched from explosions. Bodies littered the ground—some ours, some theirs. I had never seen war up close. Now, I was living in it. A bullet whizzed past my ear, hitting the stone pillar beside me. I ducked instinctively, heart hammering against my ribs.

"To protect the world, of course. To protect our kingdoms, our continents, our people. You contain a curse inside you that will destroy us all if left unchecked. It's my sacred duty to stop that from happening." "No," I said firmly. "I don't believe that. I don't believe I'm cursed or destined to destroy anything." "Well, that's none of my business what you believe," he said dismissively. "The important thing is that you're here now, and you're going to—" But before he could finish his sentence, the warehouse door exploded inward with a deafening crash. Dust and debris filled the air as a figure stepped through the destroyed entrance, power radiating from him in waves so intense I could feel

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.”

The word comes out strangled, barely a whisper. “Miss, you can’t be here…” “That’s my mother’s purse!” I’m screaming now, “that was her phone! Where is she? Where is she?” “Miss, there was an accident. You can’t be here.” And somewhere in the distance, an ambulance siren wails, carrying her farther and farther away from me.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ The world tilts. I stare at the purse and the phone,the broken glass catching the red and blue lights.

"So, what's the plan? Beach? Mountains? Exploring ancient ruins?" Ancient ruins. The phrase resonated with a sudden, sharp ache. She felt like a ruin herself, a forgotten monument to a love that had crumbled. "I... I hadn't really planned anything," she confessed, a blush creeping up her neck. "It's been... quiet."

“This isn’t random. This person knows exactly where we live, where we go.” I pulled my knees to my chest, suddenly cold despite the warmth of the room. “What do we do? We just got rid of Sophia. We can’t keep paying these people forever. We’re already drowning, Alexander.” He set the phone down and pulled me into his arms, his strong chest solid against me. His hand stroked down my bare back in soothing circles, but I could feel the tension coiled in every muscle. “We pay this one. We buy time. Then we figure out who the hell this is. I’m not letting anyone destroy us. Not after everything we’ve survived.”

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.