Perfect Ruin Novels & Stories

His arms were strong, steady, and warm; they were steady enough to hold someone falling apart. “Yelena… please don’t cry. Talk to me. I hate seeing you like this,” he whispered. I grabbed his shirt, burying my face in it. His whole front was soaked already. “Tristan…” “Yes,” he whispered, leaning closer, waiting for me to speak. “My life is ruined,” I cried. His eyes widened. He pulled back slightly to look at me better, then shook his head hard. “No. Your life is not ruined. It can never be ruined. Your life is perfect.”

My love is Eliot I will just bury in oblivion, because I know that no matter what I do I will still be defeated in the end, I do not want to hurt my heart again that long crushed. I also think to appreciate the love that cleopard gives me, I know, in the end cleopard will still be my end. I wiped the tears from my eyes before thinking of leaving this place, when I got out of that dark place I thought of not going back to the Hamilton mansion and just going back to the orphanage.

No one offers any personal information, and no one questions anything further, and by the time the night ends and we have to say our goodbyes, I step behind Briar so that I can reach into her purse without her noticing and pull out her phone. Let the games begin. I think silently, programming my number into her phone and quickly calling myself. I hope you’re ready, little mate, because I’ve set my sights on you, and I don’t intend to let you get away—not until you're completely and utterly broken and incapable of living without me. This is your punishment for not heeding my warning.

My muscles lock, the throbbing pain fading as I watch his finger dance over the trigger. “You’re wrong.” he looks at me. “Let’s say you did destroy all the rings, X. Let’s say you accomplished what you’ve set out to do. Do you honestly believe, for one second, it’ll stay that way? Ha! The second the dust settles, evil will already be rebuilding their empire, this time stronger and better than before.” he stares at me as if I'm delusional. “You'll never get rid of evil. Never.”

My attention had drifted to Eron, who stood in the corner of the room, his violet eyes fixed on the vials with an expression I couldn't read. I made my way over to him, weaving through the crowd of soldiers and advisors. "You're quiet," I said. "I'm thinking." "About what?" He was silent for a moment, his gaze still on the table. "The last time a ritual like this was attempted, it was my people who performed it. They were trying to contain a fragment of the Primordial, to keep it from destroying everything it touched." He finally looked at me, and there was something heavy in his expression. "They failed. The fragment broke free and consumed them all. That's why the Daevari are extinct."

There was nothing. He meant every word. Fuck. I’m doomed, aren’t I?

"No. No! This can't be happening to me!" Lucas yelled, his voice filled with panic. Although he had been the CEO, that didn't change the fact that he had looted from the company. If they dug deeper, they would find out. And if they found out, they would seize all his assets. Right on cue, the car halted in front of his mansion. He stormed out of the car, ignoring the greetings from the household staff. "I'm ruined. Damn it, Violet! I'll make you pay," Lucas swore under his breath as he marched toward Josephine's personal room.

“That’s not me, that’s who I will be in years to come. Right now, at this moment, I’m just a weak, blind girl mourning the loss of her sister and previous life.” Ruin stays quiet for a while, then he let out a long sigh. “I know how you feel, dove. I lost my family as well, and I was powerless to stop it.” I can’t help but scoff at this. “Oh yeah? Which lifetime? You don’t ever have to worry about losing your so-called family, because once you get reincarnated, you have a brand new one lined up.” As soon as those words leave my mouth, I regret them. I feel the shock and disbelief through Ruin’s mark, but I can’t bring myself to apologize; I’m way too angry to take it back right now.

Later that night, with Aria asleep against his chest while rain tapped softly against the windows outside, Lucien stared quietly into the darkness. His fingers traced slowly along her back. Carefully. Reverently. Then he whispered the truth he once feared most. “You were supposed to ruin my plans…” Aria stirred softly in her sleep beside him. And Lucien smiled faintly before finishing quietly against her hair— “...not ruin me.”

My father held my arms, yet I retreated to convey how his actions infuriate me. “No harm,” I repeated with a tone of disbelief and despair. “Salvatore Mancini is no ordinary man. Unfortunately, my own blood shamelessly traded me because of his shitty decisions in life. Happy?” I nibbled my lower lip while my hand was on my waist. I'm so sick of this life where I need to make my day a night, and my night a day. My old man couldn't bear looking me in the eye; he knew I was right, and his stupidity put our lives in danger.