Ruin Me Gently Novels & Stories

I shoved away from him violently, getting to my feet with speed I didn't know I possessed, and punched him so hard that despite his size and weight, he staggered backward several steps. Before he could turn fully toward me or recover from the blow, I screamed wordlessly and formed a ball of crackling black mist in my palm. I gathered every ounce of pain I was feeling—the grief, the rage, the devastating loss—and poured it all into the magic before hitting him with it. The blast sent him flying across the room until he slammed into the far wall with enough force to crack the plaster. He crumpled to the floor. He stood up slowly, wiping blood from his split lip, and called my name again in a

I have given you so many opportunities to crawl back, to beg me just so that I would forgive you, but you declined each one, priding over nothing but your beauty and stubbornness. But do not worry. I am going to make you fucking crawl to my feet. Tonight, with the weapon sitting carefully in my car, I will destroy you completely and I will make you beg me for mercy forever and I will never let you have a taste of it.

He caught that moan in his mouth and devoured it, punishing me for giving it to him. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted him inside me on the cold rooftop where the world could hear, could see, could know exactly what ruin looked like. And he gave me enough to believe he might: a rough thrust of his hips, a hot scrape of his teeth. Enough to taste what ruin might feel like. The city’s noise went thin around us, like the world had taken off its earrings for a fight and was waiting to see if we would start it. And then—

“That’s what breaks you?” I laugh again, louder this time, drinking in every detail—the dirt, the desperation, the way she’s crumbling exactly where she belongs. “Not so untouchable now, are you, Aurora?” I murmur, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Don’t worry. This is just the beginning.” My fingers tighten around the tablet. “I’m going to ruin you,” I say softly. “Piece by piece. Until you’re begging me for death.” A pause. A cruel smile curls my lips.

I could not see my own reflection through the smudge of his performative recovery. I powered the phone off again. The screen went black, reflecting my own pale, stunned face back at me. I got up, walked to the living room, and looked at the shattered glass of the sketched frame I had gathered to replace,I had broken it in a fury, a symbol of destroying our memory. Now, I saw it for what it was, just glass. Just a frame. The memory it held was already being overwritten, by him, with truffle fries and rooftop laughs.

“Gonna ruin her for anyone else.” “She already is,” Reid answered quietly. His voice was calm, almost gentle, even as his fingers worked me mercilessly. “She’s ours.” The words broke something inside me. I came hard, violently, clenching around Jace so tightly he cursed. My vision whited out, I would have collapsed if they weren’t holding me up. Jace didn’t stop—only fucked me harder through the spasms, drawing the orgasm out until I was whimpering, oversensitive, and pleading around the cock filling my mouth.

“But you’re stuck with me, remember? We ruined each other beautifully.” A ghost of a smile tugged at my mouth—the first real one in weeks. “Then ruin me again, Irene. Every day. Keep me human.” She kissed me hard, biting my lip the way she always did when she wanted to punish and claim me at the same time. I kissed her back, hands on her waist, pulling her flush against my body. Even covered in blood and guilt, the pull between us burned hotter than ever. Zane cleared his throat. “Save it for the bedroom. We’ve got a pack to face.”

he continued, his gaze intense, searching mine for a sign of understanding. I took a breath, feeling the gravity of his plea. “Ruine, it’s not that simple,” I replied softly, my heart aching for the pain we both carried. “But if you’re truly willing to try, to let go of the past, then maybe we can find a way forward together.”

TAKE ME, RUIN ME CHAPTER 33 CHAPTER 33. CRUMBLING ARIA'S POV "You just have to say the word, and I promise you that I'm going to take you hard right here. You’re going to have the best night of your life." Adrian’s voice is a velvet drug, smooth and dangerously addictive. I lie there, my chest heaving, as my eyelids flutter. I find myself staring up at the white ceiling, but I don't really see it. All I see is the blurred edge of the room and the shadow of the man looming over me.

I threw the stack of cash on his table and that act caused the dealer to look up, his leg crossed on the table in front of him. “Look who we have here,” he said, a smirk forming on his face. I wished to fucking wipe it off his face. “The mighty Zayn Santiago. To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” He asked, trying to pretend he didn't fucking know why I was here and it infuriated the hell out of me. “I want the crystals,” I said plainly, getting straight to the point, not wanting to spend a second more than needed in this goddamn place. “Oh right,” he laughed. Pulling open one of the drawers attached to the table. “We got some new stuff. You'd definitely like this one,” He threw a sealed bag