Ruin Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

Harlan's voice was scarily hoarse. "What's the matter, Mr. Lowe Senior?" "I want to see you," he said. "I want to take a good look at the wonderful man your mother has raised by herself." "You already did. That was me on stage yesterday." Silence fell on the other end of the line. "I… I couldn't see you well. You know I have prosopagnosia. I can't distinguish faces." "You may not be able to distinguish faces, but I'm sure you can differentiate whether someone's good or bad," I argued coldly.

‎ the city lights were blury as I drove fast. ‎ ‎i reached to the destination sent to me. ‎ the place was an abandoned building which looks like it was left to perish for years. ‎ ‎i parked my car close to a tree and truing on my location, Incase things went south, so peter can contact me. ‎ ‎ I walked inside, inside was filled with dumpsters, cigarettes, then I heard ryo voice. ‎ ‎ " you would prefer not to allow me to get out of here alive, because once I'm free, I'm killing everyone of you."

Doesn’t matter who you are, I’ll ruin you if I have to. “I can do that. In fact when I was on my way I deleted my new blog. If this is going to hurt the people I love, I think it isn’t worth it. I’d rather have my old ordinary life back. Just let me go and you’ll never hear about me ever again. Your son can live his life however he likes and I will remain unbothered.” Mrs. Rylland smiled. “I’m glad to see that we are on the same page.”

I was soaking in the shower I didn't realize I was in tears. Where are my mother and me? Are they okay and eating well! "I whispered. Why is my destiny so bitter? Everything I love is gone, is there something missing or wrong with me." I'm a good performer in bed. "I whispered laughing. I soaked in the shower for a few more hours before I thought of stopping. I took a towel and a fine apron on the lower part of my body, I glanced in the mirror I'm still handsome, but why am I left alone. Is that so? I'm a boring partner haixt!

Too calm for the storm twisting inside my chest. If I ever thought I’d seen Killian’s eyes darken before, I was wrong. Because right now, there was no light left in them. Nothing reflected back at me. It was like staring into a void. A beautiful, terrifying void. Then, without warning, his hand shot up to my shirt. The fabric ripped under his fingers, buttons flying in every direction, clinking against the floor. My breath caught. “Since Reign isn’t quite working for you,” he said, his tone threatening but wrapped around velvet “Ruin it is.”

This was something that could have been entirely avoided. My life might not be more valuable than anyone else's. But the knowledge I possessed, along with my surgical skills that could save the lives of hundreds of thousands of cancer patients, made my hands especially important and irreplaceable. As I looked at Shaun, I felt like I was meeting him for the first time—everything about him felt so unfamiliar. "Let's break up," I muttered with finality. Shaun's face darkened, and he stood up angrily. "You're breaking up with me, huh? Your hand is ruined now. The hospital won't want you anymore. Your career is done for! Who else would want you but me?"

By that moment, Crystal could already realize that she was facing a human being, a person who had just shown himself transparent to her, from whom the thousand chains that imprisoned him had fallen, from whom the white veils had been revealed in his against and had fallen to show Crystal who he truly was. Crystal and Brandon, two people who had dreams alike, people whose lives had been destroyed by other people. And while Brandon talked about that past that hurt so much in his soul, and while Crystal thought about his words, she realized that all she wanted to do was leave clean and that way she could start over in life with that little one who God had power in her womb. It was time to tell

' He couldn’t afford weakness now. 'Everything I’ve done has been for her. Every single thing.' 'Then why is she on the floor, breaking apart?' 'Why does she look like she’s drowning?' Violet’s knees gave way, and she sank down, clutching herself as sobs tore out of her chest. Not controlled tears. Not silent pain. Raw. Ugly. Desperate. Sean had seen her angry. Cold. Ruthless. But never like this. Never shattered to this extent. 'This is your fault.'

The heavy metal gate clanged shut behind her. I lay there in the dim basement, my legs burning, my stomach on fire. Every breath I took sent a fresh agony of pain. ‘How could I be so stupid?’ She played me perfectly. My mind raced even as the pain tried to pull me under. Aiden… I’m so sorry. I promised I’d come back to you. I told you I’d keep you safe. Now I’m going to die here because I was too weak to see the truth. Viktor… my men… they’re all going to die because of 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.