Ruin Me Gently Novels & Stories

They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Amara’s gown was ruined, bunched around her waist, silk wrinkled and stained with her juices. Roman’s suit was disheveled, jacket open, pants soaked with her cream and his own cum. His cock was still buried deep inside her, twitching with the last pulses of his release. Amara rested her forehead against Roman’s, both of them panting, hearts hammering. Roman’s hand loosened around her throat and slid down to stroke her back gently. He kissed her neck softly, his beard brushing her damp skin.

Suddenly Ruin snorted with a sheep's face. "Don't insult me," replied Ruin. "That's ugly, really!" Alice averted her gaze. "Seriously, Alice," Justin said. Alice grinned, her right hand moving to dispel the clouds in the sky through her soul frequency. The sun was shining brightly on Incheon now, entering the apartment through the window, towards the center of Alice's sun necklace pendant. "The power of the sun doesn't work for me," said Ruin, the bull's head now voiced. Alice who heard that immediately laughed very loudly. Justin was surprised, why Alice laughed at Ruin's trivial remarks.

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.

My voice was barely above a whisper as I said, "I'm afraid you'll die before I do." Celine's eyes flashed, and she scolded me loudly. "Sabrina, how can you curse Galen for another man? Do you love him that much?" Galen's eyes were red with rage. He raised his hand, but the moment before the slap landed, his body froze. He wobbled, tilted back, and collapsed. Amid the screams, I closed my eyes and whispered softly, "He's beyond saving. Prepare for the worst."

The power at my fingertips was as intoxicating as it was terrifying. Hey guys, I said, hitting record. This is Jade from Being the Little Guy. Welcome to my channel! This is where we dream big dreams and make them come true! Today, I want to talk about something very different than jobs and money and making it in the real world. Today, I want to talk about love.

I muttered, stepping back to admire the ruin I’d made of her. And only then, only after the last drop of my release left me did I finally feel satisfied.

“We’re doing this. You know what this means.” She didn’t answer with a word. Instead, she leaned in, her lips finding the hollow of my throat, kissing the frantic pulse point there. Her hand snaked down, past the collar of my shirt, pressing flat against my chest, right over my hammering heart. “It means,” she whispered, her voice husky and broken, “you’re just as lost as I am.” Then she closed the final distance, and I accepted the beautiful, inevitable ruin.

Tears pour down my face as the nightmare clings to me like barbed wire. “I… I couldn’t…” I choke, words dissolving into another whine. My omega is frantic now, curling inward, begging for comfort I don’t know how to ask for. Ruin glances back at the others. “Give us space.” They hesitate. “She needs quiet,” he adds firmly. They retreat without argument, closing the door softly behind them. Ruin turns back to me, eyes steady. “Can I touch you?” I nod weakly.

Sharp talons raked across my arm, tearing open three bloody gashes. "Ah—" I cried out as blood dripped from my arm to the floorboards. Damien had completely lost it. He’d never laid a hand on me like that in our past life. It seemed his madness was worse this time around. Good. The crazier he is, the harder he’ll fall. "I'm sorry!" I choked back the pain, faking terror as tears streamed down my face. "I'll take you to Moonridge now! Please, just don't hurt me!"

I stripped off the tuxedo jacket, letting it drop carelessly onto the armchair, and walked over to the tall glass window overlooking the city lights. My reflection in the glass looked like a stranger. My dark blond hair was completely wild from his fingers, my shirt was unbuttoned at the throat, my grey-blue eyes dark and blown wide with residual heat. I touched my fingertips to my lips, feeling the soft, tender ache where his teeth had grazed my lower lip. I imagined he was terrified of what he was doing to me. He thought he was ruining my life, corrupting my innocence, and dragging me into some dark abyss, but I didn’t mind the darkness.