Rage And Ruin Novels & Stories

His fingertip hovered just an inch from the container and never landed. Tears ran down his cheeks. "Susan, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…" Harlan was on all fours, shaking from crying too hard. 40 years of glory and being a power couple with that woman had been reduced to nothing in front of that urn. Mildred rushed onto the stage, planning to snatch the urn away. "How dare you? Who are you to do this? This is pure slander!" I stood up and blocked her quietly, not a word rolling off my tongue. With that, she dared not move an inch.

Jade turned pale. "I know Allen and the Walters have wronged you, but please, leave Allen alone, alright?" "What do you mean? We're in the entertainment industry, and we all rely on our own. How am I targeting him? Are you trying to say that all the slander against me is his doing?" Jade was rendered speechless. I sneered, "He ruined my reputation. Do you think I'd let him off easily? If your nude photos were posted online, would you just let it all be? Don't have double standards. If Allen is really the one behind it all, I won't compromise!"

Raven As the day of the business event approached, my plans were nearly complete. I had worked tirelessly to ensure everything would fall perfectly into place. Emerson and Lila’s world was about to crumble, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Every piece of evidence I had meticulously collected would be revealed tonight, publicly and without mercy. This wasn’t just about exposing their affair—it was about ruining them professionally, tearing down the empire they had tried to control.

And the way he’s calling Zion dirty, he was far cleaner than him. “I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I’m going to destroy everything they hold dear, and they won’t even know what hit them,” I promise, making him nod in approval. “No one gets to mess with Ruin and live.” “That’s the woman I know.” I stand up, winking at him. “Chaos, baby.”

A book lay open on the couch, spine cracked where Ethan must’ve fallen asleep mid-sentence. Dante dragged a hand down his face, exhaustion finally breaking through the adrenaline that had kept him upright since the argument. He replayed it all again, every sharp word, every accusation wrapped in fear. Congratulations. You’re doing a fantastic job of it. The cruelty of it made his chest ache. Work and reputation had always mattered to Dante. He’d built himself on the idea that if he just held on long enough, pushed harder, endured more everything would stabilize eventually. But standing in that empty apartment, none of it felt real anymore.

So what are you going to do about it? Die here? Let him win? Or survive? And make him regret ever walking away? I floated. Deciding. Live or die. Surrender or fight. Let them win Or become something they'll regret creating. The anger wasn't love. Wasn't hope. It wasn't anything noble. It was pure. Cold. Rage. And it was enough. Enough to grab onto. Enough to climb. Enough to want to survive.

“Good. Because I plan to ruin you every night and save you every morning.” I kissed her deeply, pouring every ounce of regret, love, and determination into it. The pack outside still feared me. The healing would take years. But with her beside me—my enemy, my lover, my wife—I finally believed we might survive the beautiful disaster we’d created. This was our story. Enemies to lovers. Ruin and redemption. And for the first time in forever, I was ready to live it. The End.

Humanity trembled under the emotional assault. The observers panicked immediately. “This is the Collapse Rage.” “Containment impossible after separation phase.” The ancient entity beneath the foundation sounded devastated. “This was the part they feared most.” My throat tightened painfully. Because readers understood this kind of transformation too. The moment heartbreak hardens into emotional destruction. When pain stops asking to be healed And starts wanting revenge instead. The rage-consciousness surged violently through the layers. A thousand screaming voices wrapped into one. “If connection creates suffering… then destroy connection.”

“You always were ungrateful. If you’d listened to me years ago, learned how to use what you’ve got, then maybe you wouldn't have had to marry Alberto.” My jaw aches. Whether it's from what Rafael just forced on me or from clenching my teeth, I’m not sure. “If you hadn't drowned yourself in debt, I wouldn't have had to marry Alberto.” I sigh and massage my temple. I'll definitely have a headache come tomorrow morning. “I don’t have money,” I tell her. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t give you a single cent. Find someone else to fund your addictions.”

It was as if she recalled a fleeting illusion of wealth or regretted the first mistake that set everything in motion. As for the Holt family, it had long since fallen apart. Owen and Nancy lived quietly in a small town. Those who knew them said both had gone completely gray and were living in silence. Their home was stripped of all its former “liveliness” and “hope.” Those relatives who once latched on for gain and then kicked others when they were down were each mired in their own struggles. They paid the price for their greed and ingratitude. They never gathered for a family dinner again.