Romans & histoires Ruiner Nergigante

I let out a loud sigh in between my tears. ​ “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Sage’s worried expression suddenly turned to rage as she stared at her device. ​ “Please don’t tell me it has to do with me,” I said in all honesty because I’ve got no strength left in me. ​ “I’m sorry to be the one to break this to you, but I’m going to ruin those two once we are done here.” ​ “Speak.” I honestly don’t know what I was expecting to hear, but what could be worse than what I’ve seen earlier?”

Leo sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. Under the blanket, his hand found my knee. His fingers traced slow circles on my skin, moving gradually higher until they reached the hem of my shorts. I held my breath, glancing at Mia. "Did you know," Mia said without looking up from her phone, "that anglerfish males literally fuse to the female's body? Like, permanently. They become part of her. Their eyes dissolve, their organs shut down. They just... become an appendage." "That's romantic," Leo said dryly, his fingers slipping under the hem of my shorts.

I was a functioning machine, fueled by spite and tequila and I fucked any girl I wanted only because I wanted to get rid of Lou Bennet’s face from my mind. “Management said they moved a new girl to the midnight slot,” Hunter said, joining me at the rail. “Called her Raven. Said she’s got a waitlist of her own after only two nights. Apparently, men are losing their minds over her.” I didn't care. I looked down out of habit, my eyes scanning the sea of hungry faces below. The lights dimmed and a heavy, melodic thump of a dark synth track began to crawl through the speakers. A woman stepped onto the center stage, her head held high. She was wearing an armless transparent black bodysuit that lef

Then we heard it. Grinding. Metallic. Like chains on stone. I yanked Ronan’s arm and dragged him behind a log sprouting more moss than bark just as the first corrupted construct stumbled out of the trees. “Golem,” Ronan growled, sliding down to the ground next to me. “A hell golem,” I said, raising my head to study the runes burned into its armor. “Dragonsteel shell. Interregnum forged.” It lumbered forward on reanimated joints like a corpse trying to remember it used to be alive. Jarring. Artificial. Slow. For a creation.

Here , in the sunroom. "Wait... He has the board coming here?''. "He has moved the company headquarters to the estates east wing for 'efficiency' ,'' Elena replied. My stomach turned. He had' nt just caged me, he was swallowing my lifes work. I pushed past her , heading for the grand staircase. I needed to see the perimeter. I reached the front doors, massive , imposing doors oof mahogany. I pulled the handles. Nothing. I then looked at the keypad. I t wasnt just a code it was a whole freaking retina scanner. I was truly , legally and physicaly trapped.

"Is there any chance my father knows about it?" "Unlikely. The entrance was sealed with Daevari magic. Only someone of my blood can open it, and as far as anyone knows, I'm the last of my kind." Eron moved away from the window and sat in the chair across from me, his movements careful and deliberate. "But getting there will be the problem. The ruins are in the Blackthorn Range, high in the mountains. The only path passes within sight of three Crescent Fang outposts." "So we'd have to sneak through territory crawling with my father's soldiers, climb a mountain, break into an ancient vault, and get back out again. All while Aldrich is preparing for war and probably expecting me to try somethin

When he finally came home, all the anger I’d been swallowing for months came spilling out. It was a knock-down, drag-out fight — the kind that leaves you trembling long after it’s over. Words that could never be taken back, tears that wouldn’t stop. And somewhere in the middle of it all, we called it quits. But of course, nothing was ever simple. He refused to move out. The home — a small, rent-controlled place that had been given to me and my children — suddenly became another battlefield. And there I was again, standing in the ruins of another promise, trying to figure out how to keep my babies safe while the walls around me cracked.

"You've been dead for three days..." I looked down at my body. The skin, once twisted by silver poison, was completely healed. Every wound was gone, without even a scar left behind. "The Moon Pool..." I whispered. Morgan looked at me, confused. "The place where I fell," I rasped, my voice raw. "That was the Moon Pool. The sacred waters..." A powerful Alpha aura rolled off me in waves, and the instruments in the morgue began to vibrate faintly. "The... Moon Wolf bloodline?" Morgan gasped.

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.