Ruin A Novel Novels & Stories

ZAYN I got closer, only to be met with a douchebag trying to force himself on a girl. I instantly saw red as she pleaded for him to let her go, a slight tremble in her voice but he didn't budge. “What part of let her go don't you fucking understand!” I rushed to him, throwing a punch right at his face to get him off her. He fell to the ground like a spineless piece of shit. I was expecting him to stand up and charge at me but he laid there on the ground like a pussy holding on to his broken nose.

It was predatory. I spent the afternoon unpacking, but I couldn't focus. Every sound in the house—a door closing, a footstep in the hallway—made me jump. To calm my nerves, I reached into the bottom of my bag and pulled out a paperback I’d bought at a bookstore in the city. It was a taboo erotica novel, the kind of story where a stepbrother takes exactly what he wants from his sister. I’d been reading it in secret for weeks, the explicit descriptions of forced submission and forbidden lust fueling fantasies I was too ashamed to admit to. As the clock ticked toward seven, I showered and dressed in a simple sundress, though I opted not to wear a bra. I wanted to feel the air on my skin, or per

The consequence of guilt and vengeance pressed down on him, merging into an unrelenting force. He whispered quietly, more to himself than to the world outside. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” But it had. Mrs. Luigi was gone. Mateo’s life is shattered. And Aurora would wake to a life broken in half because her nanny is dead. And Vito Salvatore, for all his power, knew one simple truth. Every life he touched eventually burned. He looked down at his hand again, the one she had bandaged, and let the thought echo once more before turning away to go to his bedroom.

He reached for an old and rusty heavy glass bulb, yanked the cord from the wall, and with a practiced motion, hurled it down onto the cold marble floor. The crash was spectacular, as a thousand crystalline teeth skittered across the stone, catching the dim light. I widened my palm, forming the universal sign for him to stop. The sudden silence that fell was deafening, ringing with the aftermath of our violence. I could smell the ozone from the broken wiring and the faint, dusty scent of shattered porcelain. Slowly, I walked to the window I had bolted shut just minutes before. I didn't look out. I just listened. And there it was—the soft, shaky scuff of a heel on the gravel path below, hurrie

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.

Her mind wasn’t in the room with them again. “Rich snobs and their condescending, out-of-touch-with-reality attitudes couldn’t see a good thing and not want to have it, even an honest man’s hard work.” She scowled. “Of course he refused…” she reached for a box of tissues as a tear slipped out. “One night, a week after he refused multiple offers. His restaurant was razed down with him in it…investigations ruled it an electrical malfunction.” Shock hit me. “Hard to believe it was merely coincidence right?” She gave a very sad smile while she dabbed her wet eyes.

she mumbled, obviously surprised by my sudden appearance. Tears quickly rolled down my eyes upon seeing her. I weakly leaned my body against her, asking for her support. “He didn’t trust me, enough. I love him yet he ruined our marriage,” I whispered against my sobs and let myself broke down in pain. Yes, he's the one who ruined it. He might have seen me naked with another guy but I know nothing happened. If anything did… he would have known I didn’t want it to happen at all. He really did it intentionally.

Moreover, Elise had given me the copyrights to three major novels—top-ranked and perennial chart-toppers in order to help me vent my frustration. Many people went wild on her social media. [Did Rosie save your life before? Why did you give her so many novels?!] [Elf, if you're being threatened, just change your profile picture!] Elise immediately changed her profile picture to a shot of me on the set, leaving everyone stunned. My fans burst into laughter. [I knew it! How could someone say Rosie was some kind of evil capitalist who forced Elf to give up her novels?!] [Elf probably has about twenty novels! Give them all to Rosie if you could!]

Everything that needed to be known that night had been said, there was nothing more, there was nothing more to think or to say, to plan when everything was clear. There was no good side to that story that was being composed. There was nothing when cruelty was gaining the territory that had always been Crystal's, her dreams, those days in which she thought she was happiest, none of that existed, all of that went to waste from the mere moment they declared her dead. her parents and she were left in the hands of her grandfather, a man who was only moved by his own ambition, by the ambition that blinded him, by the ambition that had made him hand over his own granddaughter to who knows who in th

It hurt more than any physical wound. I let my gaze drop to the ground. My revenge. It felt so distant, so impossible. There was no way I could win this fight. For once since I regained consciousness, I admitted defeat. Things weren’t going to go my way. I had lost everything that I would need to fight back. As I walked out of that house, my shoulders slumped, my spirit crushed. But there was one thing that kept going through my mind. I wouldn't give up. It was clear that this wasn't a fight I could win on my own.