Novel & Cerita Ruined Book

"You read books always, you are not on any social media sites, you do not let friends visit your home and you only have two friends. That's the definition of a nerd" "Dora". Jerry warned. "I only read books because i'm bored. How can you say you are my best friend and not know me?". "What about you? You claim to be my best friend and yet there are some secrets that you prefer hidden from me". She replied. "Maybe I don't trust you with those secrets". I stood up taking my backpack and walking out on them. I ignored Dora calling me and walked even faster. She doesn't even know why I don't let people visit me. I don't blame her for saying that way about me. She's right, there are some things I

The discovery of the black book changed the mood of the expedition more effectively than any warning could have. Until that moment, the ruins had inspired a strange mixture of caution and excitement. Every new street promised answers. Every buried structure hinted at forgotten history. The book felt different. It sat at the center of the library like a challenge, silent and unmoving, yet impossible to ignore. Even those who had little interest in ancient records found themselves glancing toward it whenever conversation faltered.

“Three. Two. One—” Harrison didn't just let me drop, he threw his entire weight over me. We slammed into the thick Persian rug together, the wind escaping my lungs in a sharp gasp as his heavy, muscular body completely covered mine. A split second later, the deafening, high-velocity crack of shattered glass echoed through the study. A single, clean hole punched through the double-paned window, showering the mahogany desk in glittering shards. The bullet embedded itself deep into the wood of the doorframe behind us with a sickening, solid thud.

Patience moved into the library and saw the second thing that told her all was not well. Lying on the crimson, mottled carpet were the torn and tattered remnants of many, many books. They were piled high, pages screwed into balls or shredded, the bindings and covers buckled and broken. It was a sorry sight, a scene of literary carnage. As Patience moved forwards her foot caught something and she glanced down. There, glistening in the lights overhead, were Agnes Clutterbuck’s reading glasses. Patience picked them up and her eyes went back to the heaped mountain of books in the centre of the room.

I didn’t care how savage I looked, I wanted them to know the kind of beast they were dealing with. “ It was a warning" Leonardo breathed out rubbing his temple as if a headache can undo the damage .“ Rowan Moretti has officially started his games, he didn’t only attack your front gates, Nikolai . He used that exact hour to bomb and destroy my goods and warehouse that just landed, causing me to lose billions in a single night, billions gone in smoke, Nikolai!” I squeezed my fist under the table my rage instantly flaring, Billion’s ? This pathetic man was sitting here whining about money like my brother getting shot at our gates was a minor inconvenience.

His shoulders loosened and his phone remained face down on the table untouched. “You know what’s weird?” she murmured eventually. Luca glanced up. “What?” “You fit here strangely well.” His expression softened slightly. “That surprises you?” “Yes.” She gestured vaguely around the apartment. “This place is tiny, furnished with mismatched everything and I only just about cover rent.” “It’s yours.” The simple certainty in his voice caught her off guard. Luca looked around again calmly. “You have photographs everywhere.” “That’s normal.” “You have books stacked on the floor because your shelves are full.”

Kael pov The silence came back wrong. It wasn't the clean, surgical absence Riley had carved with the obsidian dampener. That had been a void. This was a haunting. The silence creaked through the ruins of the Archive, thick with the choking scent of ionized ozone, wet ash, and the metallic tang of burned magic. Thousands of books—the collective memory of an empire—lay scattered like casualties on a battlefield, their pages fluttering weakly in the draft like dying birds. The walls still glowed with a sickly, bruised violet where spells had failed to die, flickering like a failing heartbeat.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

Spread wide on the filthy floor. I was sore, exhausted, broken… but my body kept betraying me with orgasm after orgasm. Until finally, one by one, they finished. Hot cum splattered across my face, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. I lay there writhing in pain and unwanted pleasure, completely used and ruined, covered in their release. I thought it was over. It had to be over. That was all of them… right? Just then a deep, gravelly voice came from the darkest corner of the cell.

It felt good. I grabbed one of the novels she'd left behind and ripped out the pages before shredding it and letting it fall pitifully to the ground like dead leaves. The book wouldn't do. I searched for anything breakable and ruined it, one by one, the next. And the next. All of them. Every memory, everything lucid dream, every fucking thing that made my heart thunder. I ruined it all and when I'd finally destroyed everything that could be destroyed, I stood, breathing heavily, and stared at the carnage on the floor.