Ruined By Design Novels & Stories

Though he lost his family, Shola still found his way to the top. Shola ended up being a lecturer and his story was a motivation to many students in the country. He wrote a book that was written as the novel for the external examination and entrance examination into tertiary institutions. Victoria was his backbone though they didn't end up marrying. Victoria married a priest while Shola married the principal's only daughter. Daniel became an engineer in an oil firm and got married to Faith, his childhood friend. Shola also opened a foundation for the less privileged, where different categories of children who had suffered one level of damage or molestation or any form of home damage were regi

The architect had designed the trap, but the foundation was about to be blown apart by the one secret she hadn't accounted for: the blood of her father was back to claim the ruins. (Watch out for Chapter 26) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment

he murmured. “Not her,” I corrected softly. “Her work. Her designs. Valez Urban Development’s latest tower is going up in Midtown. She designed it before the crash. Before everything fell apart. It’s beautiful. Uncompromising. Just like she used to be.” Adrian’s hold tightened slightly. “She built empires with glass and steel. You built yours with law. Two different kinds of power.”

Corrupted ones simply look like bad luck. I went in through the foundation instead, rebuilding the architecture from the inside the same careful way I'd built it the first time, except this version carried something new buried deep in its code, patient and harmless right up until the moment someone tried to open it in front of an audience. Then it would come apart at the seams, loudly, with nothing left afterward worth saving. I closed the laptop, put everything back exactly the way I'd found it, and went upstairs to find something to wear that hadn't been chosen by a woman actively trying to end my life.

She always knew which battles were worth fighting, and which ones needed to be released before they turned toxic. “You’re not angry?” James asked. Emma smiled faintly. “I was angry at myself when I made it. That design truly failed.” Later, Emma sat in her studio. The desk lamp glowed dimly as she reopened an old folder on her laptop—an archive of designs she had rarely touched since her life changed. There, stored quietly, was the digital version of the design now circulating everywhere. She enlarged it. Traced every line. But the longer she stared, the clearer its flaws became.

"THIS SHOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE. MY DESIGN.." "Your design is broken," I said, fury and grief warring in my chest. "We broke it. Through choice. Through sacrifice. Through love. You can't end your experiment because your experiment transcended you." The Architect tried to attack, tried to erase, tried to undesign Prime Existence. Nothing worked. Reality was too strong. Too real. Too anchored in creative force. "THE EXPERIMENT CONTINUES BEYOND PARAMETERS," The Architect said slowly. "UNACCEPTABLE BUT IRREVERSIBLE. I CANNOT TERMINATE WHAT I CANNOT REACH."

And hoped that there was no issue with it. “The barrier. It’s almost as if the one who designed it initially, designed it to have flaws.” Mane frowned and said. Usually, when something was to be created, its design was always better than the final product. For the design was a mixture of fantasy and perfection, but reality was so often disappointing. The materials needed to create the level of masterpiece the creator had in mind, coupled with the skill of the technicians always determined just how close the object would get to the original design. Often times, creators had to tone down their expectations, with some having to redesign their works in an inferior setup to make things much simpl

My mind darted to the expensive home I’d visited only last weekend as I trudged back to the house Belinda had left to me and her children when she’d passed, and I knew I never would have received this treatment if that had been my starting location. It was a dilapidated two-story, Victorian style house that had once been beautiful, but years of neglect had left it barely habitable, the area surrounding it facing similar years of disrepair, so a rough crowd had begun encroaching as of late. Belinda had drained her bank account in the hopes of sticking around for Roman, Isla, and me a little longer, the abundant repairs she’d needed falling by the wayside in the interim, but she’d given up alt

A mistake he still refused to say out loud. If only Dad kept the guards outside the house. If only he checked the cameras before letting Mom open the door. If only he changed the houses every now and then, not settle for that warm, cozy home… Where was that loving home now? Gone. Destroyed. It cost them everything. Riven’s jaw clenched as bitterness rose through his chest. He adored his father blindly… too blindly. So blindly that he never realized his father’s ego hid every warning sign until it was too late.

Even the bambolina called First Lady created some silly charity called 'REBUILD DARK WOODS'. One fact that remained though, was that Dark Woods wasn’t destroyed. It was not. And for that, I was glad. But what made me weak in the knees was the idea of what the whole incident may do to Vernero. That castle was more than strong pillars of hard iron rods covered in cement; it was more than his home. It was his haven. And for it to be ambushed, I was afraid it was going to cut all the little restraints left in him. That’s what I feared the most. It was terrifying.