Ruin Me Novels & Stories

"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."

There was no saving him now. I sighed. "I warned you before. If you had listened and taken him to the hospital for early intervention, the risk could have been greatly reduced. Or I could have operated to remove the damaged nerves." I glanced at my scarred hands and shook my head. "But now, it's too late." My hands were destroyed, and I could no longer perform such delicate surgeries. Celine swayed and fainted. Jenny clutched me tightly. She shook her head and screamed, "Impossible! You're lying! You're still holding a grudge over his infidelity, right? You can save him. You're a top specialist from abroad! How could you fail?"

Then he leaned down with his lips brushing my ear. “And tonight, I will make you cum so hard that you will forget your own name.” His words made my toe curl. Then he simply walked away without uttering another word, leaving me breathless and soaking wet, making me grip the table for balance. God, help me. I am damned to be ruined. ---

“I know that.” “Then stop talking like I am one.” Ruin’s jaw tightened. “I am talking about risk.” “I understand risk.” “Do you?” “Yes.” “Then you should understand why this situation is dangerous.” “I do understand.” “Then why are you so calm?” I stared at him. “Because I am trying not to fall apart.” The words came out before I could stop them. Ruin’s expression changed immediately. “What did you say?” I looked away. “I said I am trying not to fall apart.”

Abigail shouted. She had someone to open a box. "I fixed your suit. At least take a look!" I glanced at it briefly. The torn areas of the suit had been mended with gold thread, but the once-refined design was completely ruined and looked gaudy. "I already said that I don't want it. No matter how much I once liked something, once it's damaged, it's ruined," I said. I looked at her coldly. "Abigail, I don't love you anymore. I'm Grace's fiance. Please show some respect from now on."

“Lost your chance. Could’ve escaped, but you foolishly helped the other woman first. Did any of them stop to help you? Before saving the world, you should know that the world will sacrifice you to save itself. Honestly, I would have been happier if you had escaped alone and quietly. But you… ruined my entire business tonight. No one ever dares to ruin Ruin. But now… I am angry and I haven’t been this angry for a long time. You deserve a special branding, Miss… what was your name again?” “Fuck off!” I cried, yanking wildly at the shackles. “Ok, Miss Fuck off. I am Ruin. Close friends call me Ru and my enemies stay alive just long enough to understand the actual meaning of my name.” He said as

I am a complete loser. I am immobile and irresponsive to whatever is happening to me or around me. I motivate myself not to think about him, then, the sight of a crow decides otherwise. I woke up and realized I didn’t think of him and the rest of the day will be good, then, someone use a lighter, and the sound shatters me into pieces I don’t know how to collect. I kept myself busy with loads of work, but the sight of books squeeze my lungs, for, I almost that I could finally attend an art school, live my dream. A song, a black shirt familiar cologne, smell of sweat even if it is my own, rain and coffee, and every speck has now become like guns shooting his memories to break the already broke

I responded, a little too honest with my feelings with a stranger. Also the alcohol. “Thank you for that and sad? Why are you sad? You’re too pretty to be sad.” He responded and a resigned sigh left my chest as I looked up at him, he looked old and at the same time very fucking hot. “I mean, a lot has happened and I have no one to talk to, I don’t even have a friend…... anymore.” I continued talking, very thankful that I’d taken more than enough alcohol because I really didn’t want to remember this tomorrow, I staggered again and again, he caught me.

“I want to ruin you for any other man…I want you for my own…I want you to crave only my cock…to crave having me deep inside you all the time…making you come…I want that tight, beautiful pussy taking me in so…so…deep…” Ruin me for any other man? He wanted me for his own?