Ruined Novel Novels & Stories

But curiosity had always been my fatal flaw. ‎ ‎My fingers trembled as I approached a shelf, drawn to a black folder with a photograph sticking out. I quickly turned on my flashlight to see a man in an expensive suit shaking hands with another figure whose face was circled in red ink. Notes scrawled in Daniel’s sharp handwriting covered the margins: “offshore accounts, money laundering, eliminate loose ends.” ‎ ‎The blood in my veins turned to ice water. ‎

This book follows no strict rules. It’s inspired by the idea of a dark world; one built on secrets, power, and truths that were never meant to be uncovered. A world where survival is earned, trust is a liability, and every smile could be hiding something deadly. But this author is a die-hard lover of the romance genre, and you will find that beneath all the brutality, the bloodshed, and the chaos… romance is the backbone of it all. Not the soft kind.

For the first time, the walls of her lies crumbled. She knew at this moment she was ruined. TBC

"Who knows where Vincent went? Probably found someone new already." I forced myself to focus on the fabric and designs spread before me, but my vision kept blurring. I wanted to believe Vincent hadn't abandoned me, that he truly was just out with friends. But what if he never came back? The door suddenly creaked open. A tall man stood there, his black suit gleaming under the light. I recognized it instantly. It was the one I'd designed for Vincent myself, a one-of-a-kind piece. It looked plain on the outside, but I’d poured my heart into every stitch and detail.

Author’s note: Ruined(Eternal Monarch) contains details of the following subjects: Abuse, loss, trauma, suicide. Recovery from trauma and emotional relapse. If you are easily triggered by any of the following mentioned subjects. Do not read ahead for your mental health. Throughout the novel, there are a lot of strong languages. If you are not comfortable with all the foregoing, please do not enter. This is not a novel for the faint of heart. There are numerous triggers in the book.

I was just a young girl who didn't know better… I'm sorry, Jamie. I'm so sorry. I'm not Jamie. His grip tightened on the bottle of whiskey, clenching his hands as they shook. Let's end it here, Anna De la Vegas… you're dead to me. A gut-wrenching groan tore from his throat as he hauled the bottle at the glass. It hit with a heavy thud and dropped to the floor, rolling. His eyes followed it; it was cracked… just like everything else.

But this time, he stared through her, his face dark with resentment. If not for her, he wouldn't have lost me. If not for her, his family wouldn't be in ruins. The butler threw her out, but Sam's phone buzzed incessantly with calls from creditors and ex-partners. In frustration, he smashed it against the floor, finally understanding what it meant to be abandoned when the chips were down. He sank to the ground, haunted by the image of me smiling on Fabio's arm outside City Hall. His heart ached, the pain suffocating.

“Answer the question.” She exhaled slowly. “I came from a good family that lost everything. I learned the hard way that trust is expensive. That’s all you need to know.” “Lost everything,” I repeated. “Interesting. A lot of people lost things three years ago during that market mess.” Her jaw tightened. “What’s your point?” “Three years ago my life changed too,” I continued. “A woman I trusted disappeared right when everything went to hell. At the same time your so-called family fell apart. Strange timing, don’t you think?”

His gaze was filled with a nefarious madness for her which was thrilling and desiring at the same time. Damien pecked her forehead gently and then after passing her a little smile, he left from her room, leaving her head with countless questions and her heart with countless feelings. This man was really a mystery….a beautiful mystery wrapping in the darkness of ruination and she was soon going to get ruined with that darkness.

Verity walked round the table, pulled a chair beside me and sat down, looking at me with great interest. “Inside books?” she whispered, as if we were discussing top secret information. “Before my brain short-circuits. Explain it to me.” “Ok. Listen. Wordswood had libraries everywhere, right?” I closed my book and concentrated on explaining all that Ruin showed me. “Yes.” “And what are libraries or universities running on?” “Books!”