Ruination Novels & Stories

Mama turns to me, smiles and I do too. But inside, I sense a rupture beneath the glitter. A crack humming through the crowd and cheers. As if the walls remember something the rest of us forgot. That beauty this perfect always precedes ruin. I don’t know what I’ll say to Judas, or how would I explain myself. He’ll bring hell, and if Papochka or any of my fathers know, I’ll be bringing war to our doorsteps. The alliances will break, the immunity will be compromised, and the Romanovski name will be tarnished.

Jade turned pale. "I know Allen and the Walters have wronged you, but please, leave Allen alone, alright?" "What do you mean? We're in the entertainment industry, and we all rely on our own. How am I targeting him? Are you trying to say that all the slander against me is his doing?" Jade was rendered speechless. I sneered, "He ruined my reputation. Do you think I'd let him off easily? If your nude photos were posted online, would you just let it all be? Don't have double standards. If Allen is really the one behind it all, I won't compromise!"

Snaking his arm around her naked wet waist, he pulled her on his body, making her heart shivered when their intimate parts got rubbed against each other. Damien clutched her nape and tugged her face near, almost brushing their lips. A sadistic grin was playing on his face. "Then stop trying to hate me, mi vida because your hate will end me and my love is going to ruin you," he cooed against her mouth, before sealing her mouth with his lips. Zia closed her eyes and with no further defiance, submitted her soul to him because now she clearly understood one thing that…. she was soon going to get Ruined In His Love.

IS THIS what he wants? To humiliate me in front of many people? To ruin my reputation and my femininity? Great. Just great! He succeeded. I'm completely ruined to the point where even a garbage collector would be embarrassed to pick me up. There's nothing left of me. I'm completely destroyed! I don't have a home, parents to take care of me, or even a grandmother to lean on. The only thing that I was guarding so carefully has also disappeared. My reputation is gone, and worst of all, even my femininity.

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?" Jenny was crying. She refused to believe my words. Galen's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at me. "Sabrina, you hate me, don't you?" I met his gaze calmly. "I hate you. I hate your betrayal. I hate that you destroyed my ability to save lives. But Galen, I am not someone who would let personal feelings override human life. I cannot cure your illness." His shoulders slumped, and he leaned against the doorframe. Then, he slowly walked away. However, he didn't go far before his body collapsed to the floo

“This is her fault. Ivy. She turned him into this. Victor was a good boy before she embarrassed this family, before she dragged our name through mud and humiliated us in front of the Wolfes!” Linda gasped. “Richard...stop...” But he pressed on, eyes shining with furious desperation. “This...this humiliation ritual she enjoys must end,” he spat. “Now. Before Robert Wolfe decides we are not worth the alliance at all.” Andrew winced. “Dad...” “No!” Richard spun toward him, his rage sharp and blinding. “You will get her back. Before it’s too late. Robert is already thinking of destroying us. Do you understand what that means? Our debts. Our reputation. Our business. Our home!”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees “Now listen carefully.Monique believes she has leverage. She thinks those files can scare you into silence. What she doesn’t realize is that by sending them,she just committed a bigger crime.” I frowned.”How?. “Blackmail.Forgery.identity manipulation. Digital impersonation, And that voice note? He gave a short laugh, “ whoever did that didn’t do a good job at all, no real editor makes it that obvious.” I sighed feeling a little relieved. “So what do we do?”

When he called himself Rowan Hayes, when he spoke of my father and my arranged bride, it struck me: This man is Chaos, Hatred, and Ruin all in one. He wanted to destroy me. And in that moment, watching the sedative hiss toward my face, a shameful thought surfaced: Maybe I want to feel something. Something other than the silence. I let the darkness take me, yielding to the ruin he promised. I had nothing left to lose. Let him ruin me. I long to see what kind of darkness he intends to bring to my already wrecked life. CHAPTER 1 ~~MATTEO~~ I glanced around the restaurant, taking in every detail. The balloons were glued to the ceiling, the letter balloons spelling out “Happy Anniversary,” and th

Volume nine has four more entries referencing the Moreau working over the following two years, as Beatrice Ashworth followed the story the way scholars follow stories, with the patient accumulation of additional data. The second entry, from January 2000, describes the mechanics as Beatrice understood them from her correspondence with the New Orleans branch: The Lover's Ruin operates through the following mechanism: upon inheritance of the target's fortune, the heir inherits the curse simultaneously. The curse compels the heir to destroy their truest love through pride, cruelty, and self-sabotage. The stronger the genuine love, the stronger the compulsion to destroy it. Duration: indefinite.

Catherine - _*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> I've always believed that ruin has a particular sound—not the dramatic crash you'd expect, but something quieter. More insidious. Like the whisper of silk against skin as expensive dresses are folded into trunks, or the hollow thud of books being stacked in crates. The sound of a life being dismantled, piece by careful piece.