Ruin Me Gently Novels & Stories

“I could fuck you this way, tease you, ruin you slowly until you’re either begging me to stop or pleading that I put an end to your misery.” My thumb moved in a circular motion against her clit. I rocked inside her, slow, steady, hard—at intervals. Ginevra writhed beneath me, tears streaming down her face rope after rope. Those tears—there had unlocked yet another kink. My dick swelled with each rope that rolled down her face. Out of this world. I retrieved my dick from her pussy, three out of five fingers immediately slipping into her hole, curling simultaneously. “Ghost please!” My girl cried louder.

because Humans are worse than them. Humans who are ruling our world are worse than these creatures of God. Animals are much, far better than Humans because these humans broke me, snatched my everything, and threw me behind bars. I was a fighter. I was a survivor. But in this cruel world, these humans made me rotten. Now, I'm Cruel. I'm cold-hearted. I'm a Killer because I killed Myself. I killed my baby. I killed my own happiness. I ruined my own heart.

I uttered and lowered my gaze. He quickly hold my chin and lift it up. "Ruined my name then. Destroy everything just don't, don't ever fvckin dare to break my heart baby" he stated and pulled my nape for a passionate kiss. I can't hurt you. How can I even break it?

I stared down at my shoes, trying to keep the tears at bay. Four days it has been, four days without me walking down the hallway, or the cafeteria without receiving cringe stares from people. And I could most likely guess why? Of course, everyone had seen the video about me and Jace. Plus, they was also a sticker of me on every locker for those who couldn't access their phones, with a pink text on it... Dashlingslut. It even became my nickname. Soon, I stopped talking, skipped lunch, took the long way to every class, and my phone stayed off. I cried in the bathroom once, just once, but that was enough. That night, I stared at myself in the mirror and didn’t recognize the girl looking back.

It doesn't waver, no, not once. I guess it's all done. He rejected me and marked my sister and now, I'm left hollow. The grief grips me like a vice, biting in my skin. Mireya thuds relentlessly, she doesn't see the red flags I give her. She doesn't listen to my warnings either. "Reya, calm down." I speak to her through the mind link but she grits in reply, showing defiance. "This is pure injustice." She proclaims, her voice now holding a form of thickness which scares me.

I warned her, my voice steady, my eyes locked onto hers. I wasn’t joking, I raised my hand and pointed toward the door. “Don’t ruin my life, I’ve never asked you for anything, but I’ll ask you this, don’t ruin my life,” I reiterated. She shot me a fierce look, her eyes blazing. “Well, Mr. Perfect Son, I apologize for ever believing you were a brother who cared enough to lend a hand,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she saluted me mockingly. “I’ll handle this on my own, but mark my words: the day you find yourself in need of my assistance, I’ll make sure to spit in your face!” With that, she stormed out of the office.

"Winnie resigned on her own. The office was empty—why can't I use it? Alistair, how many times have you treated me like this? You were never like this before!" The word 'resigned' stabbed straight into him. Alistair's vision darkened, his body swaying as if he could barely stay upright. He tried to calm himself, but her sobbing drilled into his skull. "Shut up!" At the sharp rebuke, Maria wisely fell silent.

] The door swung open, and I stepped inside, kicking it shut behind me with more force than necessary. I made it three steps before the pain hit me. "Fuck," I whispered, my voice breaking on the single syllable. I braced my hands on the table's edge, my knuckles whitening and my head hanging low. I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn't help. All I saw was him: his tiny, crooked smile at dinner, his gorgeous eyes, his messy hair. I already feel so fucking lonely without him. A tear trinkled down my cheek, surprising even myself. I hate crying.

“She hurt me more than anyone has ever hurt me.” Tessa wanted to ask him for more details, but his eyes were so heavy, thick with grief. Whatever happened must have really broken him. As she sat across from him, she could feel his pain. Reaching for his hand on the table, she stroked his fingers gently to soothe him. “I’m here for you.” That was all she managed to say. That was all she could think of. Julian stared at their perfectly intertwined fingers. “Thank you for staying here with me, Tessaline.”

My baby would be safe again— we’d never have to suffer hardship. Aaron Moonstone, begin to dig your grave. I will ruin you and enjoy doing it.