Ruin Me Novels & Stories

I typed back with a mixture of resolve and vulnerability. “Meet me at the usual place tonight. We need to talk.” The truth was too dangerous to delay any longer. The walls I’d built around myself were crumbling, and if Amelia was going to stay by my side, she needed to know everything. The scars, the secrets, the parts of me I feared would ruin us both. As night fell, I prepared for what was to come. I couldn’t promise salvation or peace, but I could promise one thing: I would fight for her. For us. Because sometimes, ruin was the only path to redemption.

Ridiculous. I drain the rest of my drink and turn away, the silk of my gown trailing behind me, the deep red fabric pooling like liquid velvet against the marble floor. The gala is in full swing—glasses clinking, laughter chiming, power deals sealed with the curve of a smirk rather than a handshake. It is hosted by Henry Whitmore, another display of wealth and prestige under the guise of charity. As the heir to Moreau and its CEO, my presence is not just expected—it is a necessity.

“I… I feel like I’ve been carrying so much fear… so much… anger… and guilt. And you… you still hold me like I’m fragile glass.” Jerald chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through her chest. “You are… fragile only because the world tried to break you. But to me… you’re unbreakable. You’ve survived everything thrown at you, and that makes you… unstoppable… to me.”

He nodded once and went to find Enzo. “Fuck. Fuck!” Slamming my empty glass down on my desk, I dropped my head into my hands. What the fuck was wrong with me? Making an enemy of Tristan wasn’t a good idea right now. I needed him on my side. Always. If anyone else had mouthed off to him the way I just had, he would’ve taken out the window behind me with their airborne body.

I threw the stack of cash on his table and that act caused the dealer to look up, his leg crossed on the table in front of him. “Look who we have here,” he said, a smirk forming on his face. I wished to fucking wipe it off his face. “The mighty Zayn Santiago. To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” He asked, trying to pretend he didn't fucking know why I was here and it infuriated the hell out of me. “I want the crystals,” I said plainly, getting straight to the point, not wanting to spend a second more than needed in this goddamn place. “Oh right,” he laughed. Pulling open one of the drawers attached to the table. “We got some new stuff. You'd definitely like this one,” He threw a sealed bag

For failing her when she needed me most. Eventually, the beating slowed. They grew bored of a wolf who wouldn’t scream. I lay in the rain, half-conscious, my body was a map of new bruises over old wounds. My power was gone. My rank was gone. My pride... But not her. I turned my head toward the direction they had taken Irene. The rain kept falling, washing blood from my face, but it couldn’t wash away the vow forming in what remained of my shattered soul. I will come for you.

I have given you so many opportunities to crawl back, to beg me just so that I would forgive you, but you declined each one, priding over nothing but your beauty and stubbornness. But do not worry. I am going to make you fucking crawl to my feet. Tonight, with the weapon sitting carefully in my car, I will destroy you completely and I will make you beg me for mercy forever and I will never let you have a taste of it.

"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.

“Because he was proud of you.” Tears burn behind my eyes. “He said you were stubborn,” Ruin says. “Too smart for your own good. That you survived things that should’ve broken you.” My shoulders shake with the silent sobs I can’t control. “He said you had a wolf that refused to die,” Ruin finishes quietly. “And that if anyone ever tried to cage you again… he’d burn the world down.” A soft, aching sound slips from my throat. I press my fists to my eyes, trying to hold myself together.

With Rook Castellan who I’ve treated three times in six weeks and who apparently has been thinking about me the entire time. This is either going to be the best decision I’ve made or a complete disaster. Possibly both.