Road To Ruins Book Novelas e Histórias

“Something’s different. The air feels warped—like reality is folding over itself.” Jonas tilted his head. “Could be a trap.” “Could also be the hybrid,” I said. “We won’t know unless we get closer.” We crouched low and moved forward, every step deliberate. 3rd POV – The Ruin At the base of the ridge lay the crumbling remains of what had once been a temple. Its roof had long since collapsed, leaving only a skeleton of columns and scattered stones. The air shimmered faintly around it, as if the sunlight itself was bending out of place.

I respond, trying to make my voice sound confident, and to my surprise, another burst of delicious laughter escapes him, enveloping me and making my heart and body do weird things over how good it sounds and how good his body feels shaking against mine. “You’re funny, little mate.” He murmurs so quietly I’m not sure if I heard him correctly. “What was that?” I ask, but know that my words aren’t heard as we zoom out onto the street, ending any and all chances of talking. The ride is a pleasant one filled with wind whipping against my hot skin and bright lights blending together like we are heading down some wormhole into a universe where there will be only the two of us. But when we reach a l

MAYA The house was too quiet. It had been six months since the metal of the car crumpled like paper. Six months since the world I built out of lies fell apart in a spray of shattered glass and screaming tires. I was the one who survived. I was the one who woke up from the coma. But sometimes, when I look at the empty space in our bed or the way Liam looks at his phone, I think the wrong person died that night.

Elara firmly said, "Even if my family's empire crashes to the floor, and my only two options are to crawl back to you or beg for scraps on the street, I will gladly choose the street every single time." "You should be grateful I’m even offering you a life raft, you ungrateful bitch.." Roman gritted, his ego bruised beyond repair. "But you know what? Enjoy watching your world burn. Once the liquidation is finalized, that prime commercial land your father spent a decade securing will head straight to the federal auction block. And my family will buy it for pennies on the dollar." "Bastard.." she seethed. "But you still have an opportunity, sweetheart." Roman sneered, "Just swallow that ridicul

The door was unlocked and open, illuminating the whole room with bright light. A beep from her left side made her jump. Startled, she turned her head and found her purse lying nearby. Weakly forwarding her arm, she fetched her purse and took her phone out of it. Your flight is confirmed. Was what the text read. Theo. The name alone was bringing her on verge of tears again. How will she face him now? She was destroyed. A lone tear rolled down her pale cheek, screaming her anguish. Edward. The man she never dare crossing path with, he ruined her life for some allegation he didn't have proof of.

All I had wanted was to have darkness consume me. I wanted to find peace in the menacing silence. To find comfort on the cold floor But I knew it just hadn't been possible. My life was now a huge disaster and I had no one help me fix it ,defintely not Jax . I hadn't even told the poor guy. Romano couldn't even help me get back up from my feet . My father was the type to watch you fail in silence . Thinking of Lucinda Corti,I shed a tear but wiped it before it ran through.

That was when I saw the first person who rushed to the scene—Grace. Grace seemed frantic and even tumbled out of the car. She was a frail woman, yet she spent nine hours digging with the rescue team until she finally saw my mangled body. She ignored the pouring rain and silently took off her coat to cover my body. When the Foster family came to retrieve my body, she only stood in the darkness with her eyes lowered, lost in thought. After I was buried, she deliberately ingratiated herself with Abigail. Then, one night while driving a drunken Abigail home, she drove the car off the cross-sea bridge.

"I believe we've arrived." The first road we'd seen since starting out on the journey was directly in front of our carriage. It was a stone road large enough for a single carriage to pass through at a time, surrounded by mountain-cut walls. It would be a one-way death road for any enemy who entered it because people could simply shoot down spells from above. We soon came across the ruins of a long-forgotten battle. A battle that occurred before I arrived in this world. There were massive stones scattered about, some damaged and some incorporated deep into the ground.

the voice said. Then the image — Violet had blond hair now, cropped and precise; the red suit she wore cut into her as if the fabric were armor. Her eyes were thin knives. The girl who once laughed at small things and hid scars under loose sleeves was gone in the way that rain removes dust, she had been cleansed into a different weather.

That warm, clean scent that I was beginning to associate with safety. He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the center console, close enough to mine that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. He didn't touch me. Didn't push. Just drove, pointing out landmarks and telling me about the time he'd gotten lost in Milwaukee looking for a cheese shop. "I was nineteen," he said, laughing at himself. "Drove around for three hours. Found the place eventually. Bought a block of cheddar the size of my head."