Ruin Me Novels & Stories

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.

“Fall apart for me. Break for me.” Another wave crashed over me, harder than the last, leaving me trembling and incoherent. My chest heaved, my throat raw, and still he didn’t stop. Damon’s relentless pace bordered on cruel, each thrust claiming me deeper, harder, until I was nothing but his to use, his to destroy. “You begged me to ruin you,” he whispered darkly, his lips brushing my ear. “And now you’re ruined, Aria. Completely mine.” His grip on my hips tightened to the point of pain, dragging me back onto him as though he wanted me carved into his body forever.

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.

Lila Kane closed her eyes, safe and cherished in the arms of the only man who had ever truly seen her. She was no longer the girl begging to be ruined. She was the woman who had been claimed forever — heart, body, and soul. And she had never been happier. **The End Of Book 1** --- Thank you for this beautiful journey through *Ruin Me, Daddy Book 1* By Pretty Betty. Please give this book a review,a comment and share your thought on what you loved most about this book,also tell your friends about the book.Thank you all. CLICK THE NEXT CHAPTER FOR BOOK 2

“Sit down, Rossi.” “No,” Liam said, leaning across the table until he was inches from Arthur’s face. “You want to talk about failure? Look in the mirror. You’ve built this massive, expensive tomb and you’re so lonely you have to spend your dinner tearing down the only person who actually gives a damn about you.” “Liam, don’t,” Ethan whispered, his voice broken.

Ruin Me, Enemy Daddy is dark, heavy and filled with surprises. Please read the following carefully. - Strong language - Explicit sexual content - Violence and graphic scenes - Murder and assassination - Torture - Emotional abuse and manipulation - Coercion and obsessive behavior - Moral ambiguity - Betrayal - Forced proximity and captivity - Death of loved ones This is a dark mafia romance. The love here is complicated and it is costly. The characters are flawed in ways that will frustrate you, unsettle you, and at certain points make you question everything you thought you wanted from a love story. That is intentional and frankly the point.

I had hidden under the jokes, under the chats, thinking I would escape this emptiness I felt. “To be honest with you, I don’t feel happy with my powers gone. I am a failure.” “Well, maybe you are,” Zach said. “What?” I asked. Is he not supposed to console me? Maybe I should have just let king stay instead. “Well, you are a failure for trusting so easily and letting the one thing you can use to protect your kind get stolen from you. The question is, do you think you want to be written in history forever as a failure or as a princess who fought a betrayed friend?”

Lavanda By noon, my brain felt like a severely overheated engine, sputtering dry on oil, smoke practically curling behind my temples as the weight of the ruin pressed down on me. I hadn't found a way yet. Not a loophole, not a technicality, not even a shred of mercy in the mountain of corporate restructuring documents on my mahogany desk. Everything I had built, every late night fueled by bitter black coffee and sheer stubborn willpower, was slipping through my fingers like sand.

I didn’t even know who I was crying for anymore, Carter, myself, or the version of Rian I thought I could control. God… I’m so fucked.

And the way he’s calling Zion dirty, he was far cleaner than him. “I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I’m going to destroy everything they hold dear, and they won’t even know what hit them,” I promise, making him nod in approval. “No one gets to mess with Ruin and live.” “That’s the woman I know.” I stand up, winking at him. “Chaos, baby.”