Ruin Has Come To Our Family Novels & Stories

“It won’t just be him on the line. It’ll be you, People will talk. The department will talk. This could ruin everything for both of you.” I pressed my hands to my face, my voice breaking. “You think I don’t know that? I do. I know how wrong it looks, how dangerous it is. But every time I try to walk away, I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep. I feel like I’m unraveling without him.” Gia stared at me like she didn’t recognize the person in front of her. “You’re in deeper than I thought,” she whispered. I laughed bitterly. “You think?”

Picking Up the Pieces Reign We drove in silence with the only noise coming from the classic rock station playing softly on the radio. As we got closer, my tears started to silently fall, and my heart started to hurt. I don’t know if anything would be salvageable, all I really want are my pictures and my safe, everything else can be replaced but not my pictures. They were all I had left of mom, dad, and the life I had before they died. I prayed that I would be able to find my safe and pictures. We pulled up to the gate and we were immediately let in. Before we turned the corner to my house, I froze.

Sudden silence fill the air which got interrupted by Minha's sobs every now and then. "H-He says he did it by m-mistake. How can he ruin my life as mistake, dad? Mom? He h-had ruined me." Her words stabbed the souls of listeners. Especially Edward's who could not dare to look at his sister's face anymore, because of shame and regret. His sister was a victim of someone like him. *** Edward entered inside his room. Locking the door, he slide down against the wall, closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands.

I said calmly as I threw the ring on his face, my eyes stung with the tears I was blinking back but I didn’t care. “THIS MARRIAGE IS OVER!” I said as firmly and calmly as I could before picking up my bag and heading out but I stopped just before I could make it out and turned to face Sharon. “As always, sharon, you can have my leftovers.”

“If I act human in this world, I lose.” “You did not lose tonight.” “I did not win either.” “That is not the same thing.” Ruin turned away from me. He walked toward the window and pulled the curtain aside slightly. The faint glow of the burning city still reached us, even from this distance. “We started something tonight,” he said. “Yes.” “And now we cannot stop it.” “No.” Ruin let the curtain fall back into place. “He has the file.” “Yes,” I replied. “He knows about your family.” He said.

Bella thought to herself, her heart refusing to accept the truth but one look at her father’s face, and fear crept in. “Tell her, Mr. White. Tell her how you destroyed my life. Tell her how all of this is your fault! Tell her!” Riven shouted, unable to control his emotions as flashes of his past tore through his mind the night Mr. White slaughtered his entire family and left him bleeding on the floor. He could still see that smirk on Mr. White’s face before throwing the empty gun at his feet and walking away. The atmosphere thickened.

~Adam The next morning, my family and I stood outside, our belongings piled into the cars as the sun rose over the ruined house. I turned to take one last look at the damage, my jaw clenched in frustration. "This is going to cost a fortune to fix," I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief. With a final glance at the charred remains of our home, I turned and climbed into my car, Charlotte sliding in beside me as we pulled away, the convoy of vehicles slowly disappearing down the road.

Damon leans against the wall, his arms crossed, but his eyes softened, watching the children with something that looks achingly close to hope. Minutes pass. The weight in my chest begins to ease, little by little. Maybe I can’t erase what happened today. Maybe Lara’s ghost will haunt me forever. But looking at Gabby and Nico on the floor, their heads bent close together, I realize there’s something stronger than the past clawing at us. Family. No matter how messy, no matter how broken, it’s what we’re building here in the ruins. I rise quietly and move toward the window. The courtyard stretches beyond the glass, empty now, but I swear I can still hear Lara’s screams carried on the wind.

Luca had once saved me from more than one kind of ruin. My family had once stood close to the Romanos. Then my father trusted the wrong ally, backed the wrong shipment, and lost everything in one winter. By spring, our accounts were frozen, our men had scattered, and our name became something people avoided saying aloud. The same families who once toasted my father began treating me like a stain. At the academy, the daughters of capos whispered that ruined blood should not sit at their table. Luca was the first person who refused to look away.

“You think I don’t know that? This isn’t about survival anymore. This is about taking someone with me.” “You will not destroy this family further!” my father barked. I walked right up to him, nose to nose. “It’s already in ruins. I’m just choosing the wreckage.” He stared at me like I was some stranger. Maybe I was. But I didn’t care.