Novel & Cerita Ruined By Love

Their bodies collided, collided, collided, like waves against jagged rock, like something that could never soften but also could never break apart. He whispered her name like a curse, like a prayer, like an anchor. Isla gasped with the same desperation, clawing at his shirt, dragging him down until there was nothing left but heat and bruises and love disguised as war. By the time they collapsed together, tangled and breathless, neither victory nor defeat remained, only ruin, only the ache of two people who had destroyed each other yet could not survive without the wreckage. And when silence returned, heavy and raw, Lucian buried his face against her damp neck and whispered, broken -

Before long, my mother stormed into my room. “What was that sound, Lauren?” she asked, darting her gaze back and forth. “Did someone try to attack you?” Would anyone try to attack me with the scar on my face? I'd been in five relationships in the past six months, but they all failed in the end. Even Bryan who looked like he would stay eventually left because his friends laughed at him for being with me. How much longer until the scar completely ruins my life? Meanwhile, she strode in, sweeping her eyes all over the place. As she found shards of the mirror scattered on the floor, she figured what had happened.

The air inside was filled with a rotting stench. John and Jolene were locked up in the same cage. The water, filled with ice, reached up to their chest. Shivering and looking blue in the face, they were close to losing their minds. When they heard footsteps, they looked up with difficulty. When I made my grand appearance in black atop the water prison, the look in John's eyes lit up with hope. "An… Annie!" Water splashed all around as he tried to get to the bars. "I love you. I really do love you! It was Jolene. That bitch was the one who seduced me! Forgive me, Annie. I know we lost the baby, but we're still young. We can have another one!"

“At first it was just a feeling. Then I saw it — in a vision. He’s good for you, Kieara. He’s going to be the one who saves you.” I swallowed hard. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He stood abruptly, pacing the room, running a hand through his hair. “Because I love you!” he burst out. “I’ve always loved you. And I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t go. You wouldn’t get help. And I can’t—” His voice cracked. “I can’t watch you destroy yourself anymore.” I froze. Oakley… loved me? Not as a friend. Not as a brother. Not as a roommate.

“That’s better than crawling. That’s partnership.” “Way ten successful then.” “Way ten perfect.” They fell asleep. And dreamed of the future. Of watching their kids grow. Of growing old together. Of a life built on ruins. Because that’s what they were. Ruins made beautiful. Broken made whole. A love story that started with hate and ended with hope. And maybe, just maybe, that was the best kind of story there was.

Pancakes dripping with batter filled sugary coating and maple syrup. "Thanks Mum". I smiled at her. She sat at the dining table along with my Dad. I watched them as they gave each other love glances. Sometimes, they would forget where they are by just staring at each other eyes. Their love is strong but it also made them blind to what their stupid son grew up to be. Dad dropped his fork. "Where's Victor?". "He is late for family breakfast". My Mum added. "Tasha, sweetie, please go call your brother".

We sat in silence, the sound of the river outside filling the space between us. I knew Dominic’s pain because it was carved from the same blade that had lived inside me all these years. No matter how many justifications the world tried to offer, no matter how reason whispered its tidy lies, there was no deliverance from it. Once love turns on you—once you taste its ruin—it brands you from the inside out. It lingers like a slow poison, sweet at first, then fatal.

Inside, there were still our old photos, the matching mugs we used, and countless traces of our life together. From my perspective, I saw his eyes turn red, and tears streamed down his face. He carefully picked up every discarded item from the trash. My heart skipped a beat—Jack had always been a neat freak. Whether in life or emotions, he could never tolerate even a trace of filth, which was why he had hated me for supposedly cheating on him. And yet now, he was rummaging through a dirty, foul-smelling dumpster, desperately searching for memories. His hands were covered in grime, and tears dripped onto the back of his hands.

“Dri… baby, please. I’m so sorry. I fucked up. I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m drunk and miserable without you. Come back to me. I’ll do anything. I swear I’ll—” I hung up before he could finish, my hands trembling. A second later a video came through. I opened it before I could think. The footage was from my old apartment. Carter had broken in. He was smashing things, my favorite mug, the framed photo of my mother, tearing clothes out of my closet, throwing books across the room. His face was twisted with rage. “You think you can replace me?” he screamed at the camera. “I’ll burn everything you own. Come back to me or I swear I’ll find you and make you regret it.”

I had intended to break her, to firmly remind her who exactly she married but the moment she stood over Gerald, cold and completely unbothered about the pooling blood, something stupid snapped inside me, she looked so damn good playing the boss. And then this bitch broke my nose, I touched the bridge of my nose, wincing slightly as a fresh throb of pain shot through my face. I pulled over at the secure yard a few blocks away from the warehouse, stepping into the cool night air, I washed the blood from my face and stripped out my ruined shirt, staring into the cracked mirror of the locker room, I looked deep into my own eyes. Rowan Moretti had officially declared war, he had shot my brother,