Ruin Has Come To Our Family Novels & Stories

She was useless to me now, so why should I keep pretending? I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my photos until I found the one I was looking for. “Chiara,” I whispered, pressing my lips against the screen. “Soon, my love. Soon I’ll be worthy of you.” FLASHBACK Poverty has a smell. Damp walls. Stale alcohol. Rotting hope. It stuck to my skin when I was a kid, no matter how hard I scrubbed. It followed me everywhere—into my dreams, into every hungry night, into every breath I took in that broken house.

When he finally came home, all the anger I’d been swallowing for months came spilling out. It was a knock-down, drag-out fight — the kind that leaves you trembling long after it’s over. Words that could never be taken back, tears that wouldn’t stop. And somewhere in the middle of it all, we called it quits. But of course, nothing was ever simple. He refused to move out. The home — a small, rent-controlled place that had been given to me and my children — suddenly became another battlefield. And there I was again, standing in the ruins of another promise, trying to figure out how to keep my babies safe while the walls around me cracked.

He was slightly taller, so his figure created a demeaning image that made Rune hesitate. “Do you want to try me alpha? It's a blood moon but I reckon I could still take my pound of flesh,” “Don’t forget. I'm right here,” Jericho added, his smirk as terrorizing as always. “There's no need for that,” Rune muttered as he received a drink from the server's tray. “Let's just enjoy the show. It's not everyday a family is thrown to ruin,” They walked away, laughing heartily. “They are right,” I finally uttered. “We are loosing,”

"You're not the only one who came back. I remember everything from our last life. Especially the part where you poisoned my tea... and watched me die." His eyes blew wide with horror. "So, do you really think there's a chance for us? Besides," I paused, my eyes raking over his ruined body before a slow, cruel smile touched my lips. "You have no legs. Your wolf is broken. Who would possibly want you now?" All the color drained from Damien's face. He looked like his soul had just been ripped from his body. "So all of this," I said, straightening up and signing the dissolution papers, "is something you brought upon yourself. Goodbye, Damien. This time, it's forever."

My Second Sister and Alice were dead. The two smartest people in our family were gone. The chat exploded into a frenzy. The "gods" showed no sympathy for our tragedy; instead, they were buzzing with excitement. *"Hahahaha! Told you! Killian is unconquerable!"* *"That was brilliant! That twist! 'You're too clean, you make me feel filthy'—that line is legendary!"* *"This family is almost wiped out, right? Who's left? That old couple?"*

The broken hall was barely standing now. “Mom!” I felt small hands grab my arm. Finn and Fia. Their touch cut through the storm inside me just enough for me to see them. Their faces were wet with tears. “Please,” Fia sobbed. “Don’t go away too.” My heart twisted painfully. “I don’t want to,” I whispered. “I just… it hurts so much.” Finn stepped closer. “Dad wouldn’t want this.” That broke me. I dropped to the floor, gasping, as the power around me exploded one last time. The ground split open in a huge crack that ran through the ruins and out into the land beyond.

In a heart-stopping climax, husband and wife struck as one—the Guardian leader staggered, then collapsed, his ancient ring clattering uselessly across the blood-soaked floor. As the ruins burned behind them, flames licking skyward beneath the blood moon, the family stood united amid the wreckage. Wounds stung—Romnick’s arm hastily bound, bruises darkening Cinthye’s side—but no lives among their own had been lost. The children, safely extracted earlier, waited at the sanctuary with anxious hope.

He wouldn't pay a single cent and stood there with his hands on his hips, looking completely self-righteous. "That jinx fainted at the company, so this counts as a work injury. Our family has no money." The company manager saw me writhing in pain on the hospital bed. Afraid I would die, he softened and helped cover the hospital fees. Dad left, leaving me barely alive. No one from the family came to see me. All I wanted was a little bit of love. How naive I was. After nearly dying, I realized I should have cut ties with them years ago. But if I left home just as pathetically as I'd lived there, I would be unworthy of the "jinx" nickname I'd been called for years.

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.