My Life In The Ruins นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I hold on to her for dear life. *I’m sorry, Dre.* Ruth’s in a similar state to mine, tears welling in her eyes. She pulls back, reaching for my face, fingers trembling against them. “My life is ruined,” I whisper. She shakes her head aggressively to disagree. “No, Luke. It’s not.” “Yes, it is,” I argue. “My life is ruined. “My mum's dead. My father abandoned me. I’ve lost you...and Dre doesn’t want me. I’ve been expelled, and in a few months I’m going to Juvie for a crime I didn’t commit.”

Without waiting for her to insist, I left the room, heading down the hall, feeling even more hollow than before. Hailing a cab, I rode in silence back to what used to be my home. When I arrived, my heart sank all over again. The cozy home, filled with warmth and memories, was now a heap of debris and broken walls. The familiar sight was gone, replaced by rubble and ash. I picked my way carefully through what was left, each step heavy with sadness. This ruin was all that remained of my life, I had lost everything.

And the distant creak of something collapsing deeper in the ruins. I pressed my hand against the soot-covered floor. Felt the grain. The decay. The violence that once happened here now woven into the walls. “I miss you,” I said aloud. I didn’t care if it was pathetic. I missed Jace’s madness. Rick’s loyalty. Jaxon’s chaos. I missed the hell that made me feel alive. A charred photograph lay buried under rubble — just the edge of it sticking out. I pulled it free with shaking hands. The fire hadn’t fully consumed it.

And even now, as I stand in the quiet aftermath once again — another husband gone, another chapter ended — I remind myself of one thing: I’ve lost everything before. And I still found a way to rise. And so, before the storm — before heartbreak, loss, and the long road that would shape the rest of my life — there was light. There was laughter echoing down dirt roads, Sunday dinners that stretched late into the night, and the kind of childhood that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. Before the pain, there was peace. Before the scars, there was innocence. This is where my story truly begins.

Each name is a stab wound, each image a burn. A sob tears from my throat, hoarse, strangled. Then another. These are not tears of sadness; it's a collapse. The ground gives way beneath me. My house, my husband, my friends… everything is dust and lies. I crumble to my knees on the cold floor of the balcony, arms wrapped around my body as if to keep my soul from shattering into a thousand pieces. I am no longer the fury, no longer the huntress. I am a lost child amid the ruins of her own life.

Luca’s POV I stood in the wreckage of what used to be my life. The building that once held my hopes, my work, my future, now a blackened skeleton of beams and ash. The scent of smoke clung to my clothes, the acrid bite of loss burning in my throat. They said it was an accident, faulty wiring. I didn’t believe them. I knew sabotage when I saw it, and this was too precise. Too well-timed. Just as I was clawing my way back from rock bottom, someone had come to make sure I stayed buried.

And just like that, I was alone. But not the same. Not anymore. I pulled myself up slowly, every bone in my body screaming, and crawled toward the couch. My chest felt tight, like it was caving in. But my mind was sharp. Clear. He didn’t just hit me. He warned me. This was the beginning. The start of a new life I’d never asked for. And no one was coming to save me. Not Elena. Not Killian. Not anyone. I had to survive this. Somehow.

Pregnant and alone, his mother had carried him through war sirens and famine winters. He didn’t need to know whether it was a bomb or a god that broke the world. He already had someone to blame. Every day in the Ruins was a grind. You woke up hungry, dodged gangs, filtered dirty water through charcoal, and prayed that your cough wasn’t something worse. There were whispers of diseases, airborne, mutating, deadly. People just... faded. The lucky ones died in their sleep. But not Tunde. He had his music — an old solar-powered recorder, a secondhand guitar missing two strings, and his voice. His voice was everything.

Yet, I am determined to push forward. With Lumina leading the way, we all descend deeper into the mysterious underwater world, surrounded by a symphony of colorful marine life. As we swim through the ruins, I can't help but marvel at the architectural marvels that lay hidden beneath the ocean's surface. Ancient columns adorned with intricate carvings stand tall, weathered by time and the relentless currents. The ruins seem to hold a secret, an untold story waiting to be unraveled. As we venture deeper into the heart of the ruins, a sense of unease settles over me. Shadows dance upon the walls, appearing like fleeting memories of a forgotten era. I can almost hear whispers carried by the curr

I reached for the body scrub, scrubbing it hard against my skin until it started turning red. Maybe if I scrubbed hard enough I could get him off me and finally be able to breathe. My whole body burned by the time I stepped out of the shower. I threw myself on the bed, wet hair and all, drawing in a deep breath. Why couldn't my life be normal like anyone else's? I curled up, looking into nothingness, the cold of not drying up biting into my skin. My mind drifted to the person on the call again. Who was she to him? A girlfriend? A fling?