Ruin Me Novels & Stories

Like he’s some kind of automaton built to ruin my goddamn sanity one blank stare at a time. I roll to my feet and stretch, spine cracking. He doesn’t look at me when I walk into the kitchen shirtless and barefoot, the morning light catching on the faint scars across my ribs. Old things. Razor-thin memories of old betrayals. “Good morning to you too, sunshine,” I mutter. He sets a steaming mug down on the counter—his own—and sips. His eyes flick to me once, unreadable, before returning to whatever silent thought process is happening behind those eyes.

I let out a loud sigh in between my tears. ​ “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Sage’s worried expression suddenly turned to rage as she stared at her device. ​ “Please don’t tell me it has to do with me,” I said in all honesty because I’ve got no strength left in me. ​ “I’m sorry to be the one to break this to you, but I’m going to ruin those two once we are done here.” ​ “Speak.” I honestly don’t know what I was expecting to hear, but what could be worse than what I’ve seen earlier?”

My face felt hot as I left the room. Blake locked himself in the gym after breakfast. He hit the punching bag again and again, trying to punish himself for what happened in the library. He blamed himself completely. He had promised years ago never to let anyone get close. But Cindy was making that promise impossible to keep. He also remembered the last promise he made to his mother before she died. A promise that had shaped his whole life.

Cassius’s grip finally slackened. The blood-soaked hammer slipped from his bloody fingers, clattering loudly against the concrete floor. He staggered back two sharp steps, his broad chest rising and falling in, desperate gulps of air. He stood in the dim light, wiping a streak of warm, sticky red across his jaw, his eyes fixated on the ruin at his feet. "I will take... everything from you, Killian..." Cassius rasped. "I will ruin your company... your legacy... and I will make Elara love me while you burn."

the manager added with a dismissive wave, turning his back on me and walking away into the darkness. I stood completely alone in the cold, damp hallway. The distant hum of the crowd above was fading out, replaced by the crushing weight of reality crashing back down on my shoulders. I leaned my head back against the cold brick wall, closing my eyes beneath my mask as tears of sheer exhaustion and frustration threatened to spill over my lashes. My body was battered, my ribs still throbbed with a dull, echoing ache from the match, and half of the money I had nearly died for had just been stolen right out of my hands.