Ruin Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

And she hadn’t acted like I was her brother when she had kissed me back. I froze. My eyes drifting to the blood again. I was thinking about Chelsea’s soft lips when her father’s blood was still fresh on the floor. I was that sick in the head. That decrepit. “Someone needs to clean this shit up,” I said it again louder this time. I couldn’t stand to look at it anymore. “I’ve phoned a company.” Ruins voice took me by surprise. I hadn’t realised he had come up behind me. Which was surprising. Usually, I was good at watching my back. Especially against angry bikers and that’s exactly what Ruin was. He was literally vibrating with the need to cause someone pain.

"I really do love Damien... I..." "Love?" I sneered. "Do you love his money, his status, or the opportunity to ruin him?"

"I'm already ruined." "No." He said very firmly. "You're not ruined." "I feel ruined." His hands went to my face, both hands, both sides sides. Both of them making me look directly at him. "Then let me fix it." There was this surge of doubt that filled me. "You can't." "Let me try." "How?" "However you need. Whatever you need. I'll do anything." I looked at him, and I could see was his desperation and the guilt written all pver him.

A bitter smile spread across his face and he chuckled before speaking. "I thought she was joking about it when I got that text last night." He sniffed, running his hands through his messy hair and fuck! This wasn't the man who had always pulled off my pantie, looking so sexy and smoking hot. He was now a shadow of himself, his brown hair like a bird's nest, his once bright blue eyes, now shadowed with pain, dark circles leaving a dark glint below. "And you think the best way is to get wasted at the bar like an abandoned duck?" I gritted my teeth, my grip firm on the steering wheel. "She isn't worth the tears, j...just move on. You'd find someone better."

“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?”

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.

JADE Hey guys, I’m Jade, and welcome to my channel! I’m here to offer you trips, tricks, and advice on starting from scratch. When I finished school, I thought I had it all figured out. I got through college with a degree, had a modeling gig that paid me enough money to spoil myself, and didn’t think I had to worry about the future at all…until the end caught up with me. I messed around for a while, trying to figure out what I would do with my life. I made mistakes, blew through my savings, and ended up with nothing.

“I’m fine… I mean we’re okay. I'm taking some meds before I lie down.” The turning of the doorknob stopped, then I heard an okay and footsteps descending the stairs. Relief flooded over me. That was a close one. “You seem to have gotten better at lying,” he said into my ear as I twisted and turned to get out of the cage he had me in between his body and the wall. “Being sorry doesn't erase the past Miyara. The scars will always be there no matter how many times you apologize.” A humorless laugh left his lips. “You think you’re perfect? The perfect daughter? Wait until your daddy finds out just how filthy his little princess can be.”

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.

We stayed like that a long moment—foreheads touching, breaths mingling—before he lowered me gently to the floor. “You’re different,” he said, almost surprised. I smiled, still catching my breath. “I choose now.” He nodded once, like he understood. I walked away—legs shaky, cum trickling down my thigh—without looking back. The platform still pulsed around me. The new girl’s moans echoed from the center. Money sat heavy in my account. But for the first time in thirty-one nights, I felt free. I’ll come back tomorrow. Or the next night.