Ruined 2 Novels & Stories

The replacement thus seemed unreasonable. "Ugh, I won't let him get away with this!" Natasha gritted her teeth. "Don't worry about it. Let Lydia play. Her films are all trash!" Lydia had too many scandals. She was definitely digging her own grave without me lifting a finger. Furthermore, some people even took the opportunity to sling more mud. The entertainment industry was filled with competition for resources. I was sorry about the IP; Allen ruined it. I did not mind at all, but they had clearly triggered me.

The girl who loved the ruin. She's still here. But she's fading. And soon she'll be gone. Just like they are. Gone.

All I had wanted was to have darkness consume me. I wanted to find peace in the menacing silence. To find comfort on the cold floor But I knew it just hadn't been possible. My life was now a huge disaster and I had no one help me fix it ,defintely not Jax . I hadn't even told the poor guy. Romano couldn't even help me get back up from my feet . My father was the type to watch you fail in silence . Thinking of Lucinda Corti,I shed a tear but wiped it before it ran through.

“Check your account ms hart, we’ve successfully shifted all the funds back to you.” Micheal said from the other end of the phone. I took a deep breath, finally that part was over, now I had to strike the final blow The drive to trust groups was unusually fast, I guess cause I no longer want to be in that space. “just a little more time and I would no longer have to come here.” I reassured myself. I was about walking into the boardroom when them.

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."

The man who now stood at the altar of her ruined life. Their eyes locked. The silence screamed louder than any words. What was this? A second chance? Or a deal with the devil?

"Boss wants you ruined." South Side steel surged, mind racing escapes, body braced shatterpoint. Warehouse shadows closed, pliers inching, squeeze—cliff of ruin absolute.

The cacophony of collapsing infrastructure and the anguished cries of those caught in the maelstrom mingled in a haunting chorus of devastation. The once formidable base was reduced to a scene of chaos and ruin. The steel corridors were twisted and mangled, strewn with debris and the remnants of shattered equipment. The reinforced concrete chambers lay in tatters, their once impenetrable fortifications reduced to a heap of rubble and twisted metal. Smoke and dust hung in the air, obscuring the remnants of the once formidable stronghold.

She was in critical condition. Witnesses said Vincent had looked completely deranged, screaming over and over. "It's all your fault! You ruined everything! Grace! Without you, Fiona would still be mine!" In the footage, Vincent was being pinned down by the police, wearing that same black suit, tattered and dirty, but unmistakable. He had once scorned that suit, and after Julian had thrown it away, he went back and picked it up. Even as he was dragged off, he kept twisting toward Grace's fallen body, repeating the same hateful words again and again.

“And you’re still the only woman who can ruin me and put me back together.” She leaned down, lips brushing mine. “Promise me something, Devon.” “Anything.” “Every single day, you choose to be better. Even when it’s hard. Even when the guilt tries to drag you back. You choose me. You choose us.” I flipped her under me in one smooth move, pinning her wrists above her head. “I choose you. From now until the end of every lifetime we ruin and rebuild.” Irene smiled, fierce and bright. “Good. Because I plan to ruin you every night and save you every morning.”