Ruin Me Novels & Stories

"He is engaged! He is parading around with another woman, letting his family tie their entire future to hers, while you throw your entire life away for crumbs in the dark! Wake up, Liv! You need to forget him. Cut him off. End this sick addiction before he completely destroys you!" "I can't just turn it off, Mia!" I cried out, hot tears spilling over my lashes. "You think I want this? You think I enjoy feeling like I'm drowning every single second of the day? I try to let go, and then he touches me and I lose my mind!"

And still. There was nothing. No trace. No lead. No sign of her. It was as if she'd completely vanished into thin air. She hadn't even given me a chance to explain. I took a long drag of the cigarette as I pondered, the smoke burning my lungs. But yet, it didn't help. Nothing helped. An Alpha without his Luna was like a ship without its anchor. A king without his crown. Incomplete. Vulnerable. Weak. And sadly, I was becoming all of those things.

She‌ lo‍oked at‍ Noah. At the baby. At th‌eir h‌ouse. At he⁠rself. Then smil‍ed. “For a long time I tho‌ught the title of my story was wrong‍.” Liam looked confused. “What title?”⁠ She sm‌iled. “How You Ru⁠in Me Twice.” He looked guilty immediately. Sh‍e‌ lau⁠ghed and shook her head. “No.” She‌ step‍ped closer.

She was going to bruise but nothing was broken and nothing was critical and she was breathing steadily and her eyes were clear and present. I said are you hurt anywhere else. She said I do not think so. I said can you move everything. She moved everything to demonstrate. I said alright. She said that was not random. I said no. She said it was the people I connected with. Before. I said yes. She said because I stopped being useful to them. I said yes. She looked at her scraped palm. She said I built something I did not understand and now it is coming back toward me. I said yes.

Stop it! "Rescuing naked damsels is my specialty," he said, wrapping his large, dark hand around mine. "Call me if you need anything," he smiled, saying anything like it could be a broken cabinet hinge or a night of sexual bliss. I pulled my hand away and rushed out the door.

Sudden silence fill the air which got interrupted by Minha's sobs every now and then. "H-He says he did it by m-mistake. How can he ruin my life as mistake, dad? Mom? He h-had ruined me." Her words stabbed the souls of listeners. Especially Edward's who could not dare to look at his sister's face anymore, because of shame and regret. His sister was a victim of someone like him. *** Edward entered inside his room. Locking the door, he slide down against the wall, closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands.

I licked grease off my fingers and didn’t care. Finally, something good today. Even if it came wrapped in a mix-up and a naked weirdo. I was halfway through my second burger when my phone buzzed beside me, informing me I got a message. I took it lazily to see a text from an unsaved number. Unsaved number: "You looked better under me, not under your mom's roof." What the actual fuck? I blinked at the screen for like a solid five seconds. Was this som college creep? Probably.

Beneath the Ruin I’ve been hiding from the silence, Drowning out the noise inside. Built a life on fear and shadows, Just to make it through the night. Every door they’ve locked behind me Still remembers who I was. But I don’t want their crown of violence. I don’t want their twisted love. I’ve got scars they’ll never see, Cuts too deep for blood to show. And I’d burn it all to ashes Just to be someone they don’t own. There’s a girl beneath this damage That they never got to break. She still sings beneath the ruin,

"To protect the world, of course. To protect our kingdoms, our continents, our people. You contain a curse inside you that will destroy us all if left unchecked. It's my sacred duty to stop that from happening." "No," I said firmly. "I don't believe that. I don't believe I'm cursed or destined to destroy anything." "Well, that's none of my business what you believe," he said dismissively. "The important thing is that you're here now, and you're going to—" But before he could finish his sentence, the warehouse door exploded inward with a deafening crash. Dust and debris filled the air as a figure stepped through the destroyed entrance, power radiating from him in waves so intense I could feel

"Then don't go. Stay here. We'll find another way." "There is no other way." He pulled free. "Someone has to get inside Apex. Someone has to be positioned to strike when we're ready. And it has to be me because I'm already dead inside. I'm already ruined. Might as well make it count." "You're not dead inside." "Yes, I am." He said it with such certainty that it broke my heart. "The person you fell in love with is no more. Elena. What's left is just wreckage. And wreckage can be useful. Can be weaponized. Can be thrown at the enemy to break things."