Ruin A Novel Novels & Stories

“Rune! That’s exactly my point. My name is Rune. It was never Ruin. You named me that. You made me feel, from the age of three, like all I ever did was ruin everything.” “That’s because you did!” Liddy replied, shouting now. “This piece of paper doesn’t prove anything, Ruin. You did ruin everything. I heard what your mother said. I was there.” “I was there, too!” “You weren’t even three! She said you ruined her life. I took you and put a roof over your head, despite the fact that you ruined everything you touched. Toasters. Blenders. Hairdryers. My refrigerator. The hot water heater….”

He didn't even care when Brandon abused her to the point of making her feel less, much less, of course he didn't care now. "You can't be here, dear Crystal," said the grandfather as he took the only photo he had of his granddaughter from his drawer, and it was the same one that was a photo of Crystal, no more than ten years old. Such an innocent girl who he had destroyed no matter what. She was just Crystal, the delicate Crystal that they ended up breaking into a thousand pieces so that she herself could pick up the broken pieces. ******* Back to reality, where destinies coincided without her being able to realize it. With her arms crossed over her chest, Crystal was talking to her cousin.

“We might need to investigate further into this.” “What more do we need to investigate?” Clairmont heaved another sigh, looking perplexed. “It’s good enough that we saved Rustaval from a civil war. Let them handle the rest by themselves.” “But,” In the novel, Rustaval wasn’t destroyed due to internal dispute, but by a dragon. "Look, is there something more that we need to be wary of?” Clairmont asked, before locking his eyes with mine. I pursed my lips and cast my eyes down on the ground. I can’t really tell him about what happened in the novel. Nothing much happened which follows the novel, because the plot hasn’t started yet. So, I’m not sure what would happen

“**Now we make sure no one ever gets to write my story again.**” The cultists, broken and scattered, fled into the darkness, their ritual undone, their altar shattered. The old village square lay in ruins, the stone slab broken, the symbols smeared with blood and dust. The night was quiet, but the silence was not empty—it was filled with the promise of a new path, one that Rin would walk on her own terms, unbound by the weight of anyone else’s legend.