Reign And Ruin Novels & Stories

"Oh, you're yelling at me? What exactly do you have that compares to Myra? All these years, she handled everything, and I just had to sign papers. I never had to lift a damn finger!" The two of them tore into each other without holding anything back. But no amount of screaming could fix the company's collapse. Soon after, Alan's company fell apart completely. To cover the financial losses, the court forced them out of the villa Alan and I once lived in together. It had to be auctioned off. And even with their lives falling to pieces, neither of them chose to actually work or rebuild. Instead, to maintain the lifestyle they were used to, they turned to gambling. It didn't take long for them t

“Take every last drop baby, we're not wasting any of this." Her knees buckle and she begins to fall apart, but I pick her up in my arms and lay her on the bed, her eyes drifting close from exhaustion. “You're ours now, Principessa."

"Finn’s been skimming. He’s desperate to keep Jennifer in the lifestyle she’s accustomed to. He’s leveraged everything." I walked behind him, leaning over his shoulder to look at the scrolling data. "And Jennifer? Does she know her 'Prince' is a thief?" "Jennifer goes by 'Jenna' in the high-society circles now. New name, same venom," Nehemiah grunted. "She’s the one pushing the mergers. She’s the one who signed the order to liquidate your old neighborhood for a 'development project.' She’s trying to wipe away every trace of your existence, Rhea."

“But it’s better than burning everything down.” Silence. Longer this time. He considered it. Really considered it. Hope surged— Dangerous. Fragile. Then— He looked at Adrian. “What do you think?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “It doesn’t work.” “Why?” Elena demanded. “Because power like this doesn’t stay controlled,” he said. “It spreads. It corrupts.” “It already has!” she snapped. “And this makes it worse.” “Or better!” Their voices clashed. The tension exploded.

Anger rushed to my face. Running away is the dumbest thing he could offer. No one escapes Salvatore Mancini; not even a strand of hair can pass through the city’s exit without him knowing. His connections are vast, and he's entitled “King” for a reason. As much as I want to agree with what he wants, I know Salvatore can still find us. The legend states he has a huge bruise on his face, an old fat guy, broken and rotting teeth, but it's totally the opposite.

Dora continued. I sighed. "Lets hope he doesn't do anything stupid". The class door opened again and our History teacher, Mr. Stephen stepped in. "Good morning class". He said as he dropped his briefcase on the desk. "Good day, Mr. Stephen". The class replied enthusiastically That's it. Mr Stephen is in for it. He sat on the chair and brought out his books. Weird, nothing happened. He rested on the chair and he immediately fell down flat as the chair broke.

“You just announced that I would be crowned Alpha under the blood moon. I’m sure she would be meeting up with the others to make progress with their plans to take you down. This is the perfect time to spy on them and catch everyone who’s involved.” Her chest heaves wildly as she digests my words, then she caves. “That bastard didn’t only try to be Luna, she…cursed you?” She repeats what I told her with pure disbelief etched on her features. My nostrils flare as I try to contain my own anger. Imogene and Aegon conversations in that hallway wouldn’t leave my head. “We have to summon Ganxu from Dahla, He’s the reason we never figured out the curse isn’t natural. He must have been working with t

“You’d really hit me with that?” Kelvin smirked, extended an arm, and spread his palm open. “I won’t do anything if you obey me. Just… do as I ask. And no one has to get hurt. And keep in mind that after humiliating me at the merger party and filing for divorce, if you step outside this estate… you and your father lose the hotels, the empire, the name. Everything to us… the Moreaus.” He leaned closer, creeping forward step by step. Yeah…, like I’d believe that for a second.

And I understand something that chills me more than the ash still falling from the ceiling… From this moment on, when they look at me, they will not see power. They will not see a queen. They will see ruin. And in this pack… Ruin does not survive.

Her whisper carried through the room like a death rattle: *"You promised...never to turn me."* Jackson's thumb brushed her cheek, leaving a smudge of blood. "I lied." The plunger depressed. Anna's scream shattered the remaining windows. Harris appeared in the doorway, his usually composed face slack with horror. "What the *fuck*—" Rachel's laughter rose over the cacophony—a sound like breaking glass. "The curse always skips a generation, Harris. Your father knew that." Beyond the broken windows, the full moon stared down like a wrathful god.