Ruinous Love Trilogy Novels & Stories

The child’s chorus faded, but its echo lingered: “Save us, or doom us.” Jessica staggered to her feet, her body bleeding, her heart pounding as she faced the loom—a fractured vortex of radiant and shadow threads at the abyss’s core, its light a blinding maelstrom, its power the nexus’s essence. “Our love is our truth!” she screamed, charging forward, her hands tearing at the threads, golden sparks igniting in her hollowness, clashing with the star’s chaos. The vision burned—worlds dissolving, her companions’ love erased—but she pushed through, her love for Kade, Selene, Lucas, Bryan a fire that refused to yield. Her hands bled, the threads slashing her skin, but she wove their truth—Kade’s f

The first man who ever touched her and she wanted him to be the last. But if Skyrim did not want her to be in his life than she was not going to try to save the, s relationship. She closed her eyes trying to relax herself from all the thoughts. May be she should wlave everything on destiny. May be there is something better for her than this boring marriage where Skyrim was living like a robot with her without showing any emotions. There was no love in them, no emotions, no nothing. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

And I stood there, staring at the sister I thought I knew, realizing that what broke me wasn’t just losing my fiancé… it was losing the one person I never thought would hurt me like this. The sound of my mother’s sobs echoed through the house, and Adira’s last whisper trembled through the air… “I never meant to fall in love with him… but I did.” And that was when I realized… this wasn’t the end of something. It was the beginning of ruin. “Did you just say you love him???!!"

— I don’t care – I let the hate speak for me – and did I mention how much I hate that woman? — Who needs to love her, it’s me – dropped the backpack on the sofa and watched the corridor behind Rebeca. — And how can you love someone like him? – I asked, and he looked at me – but are you incapable of loving your own daughter? — What’s going on with you, Aurora? – It’s obvious that he would evade the subject. — She deleted my book – a tear ran down my face – the book I spent months to finish, and she deleted the only copy I had of it.

“And now there’s no one left to care.” Damian’s expression was unreadable. “She destroyed everyone who tried to love her. Including herself.” The priest said a few solemn words. There was no eulogy. No fond memories. No stories about her childhood, her laughter, her dreams. Just the rhythmic thud of wet dirt hitting the coffin. “She was broken,” I murmured. “I think she always was. But she didn’t have to drag the rest of us down with her.” “She couldn’t help herself,” Damian replied gently. “To her, love was just another weapon. Something to control people with. Not something to protect.”

Cunning and resentment, what about those two words that come together in a moment of doing? What happens when these two come together? What happens when wind and water become a great team? What many fear is happening. Torment, torment is the name given to the team of two elements that alone have only the power to rule half of the throne in the world of desires while united they are capable of bringing an entire world to its knees, an equally unscrupulous world. Cunning and resentment was all she could be feeling at that moment because while her heart was breaking for that unborn child, much less never conceived.

Zale scoffs. “You don’t understand, Zale. She’s already broken!” Edward cries. “What do you mean?”. Quietness. “Please give my daughter back to me!”. “NEVER!” with that the call ends. Looking through the glass door, Zale’s eyes fall on Amara’s sleeping figure as one sentence reflashes ‘She’s already broken’. His trance breaks as tires screech making the cars halt on the main porch. Walking towards the balcony railing he sees that his elder brother and younger sister who went on a business trip are back.

Maryl was quiet thinking of what to do so her mission for the day wouldn't be known to the man standing with his hands pocketed in front of her. "Let's meet up sometime maryl". said cyrus seeing as she kept quiet."let's catch up on old times.i have missed your company dearly". "That's not possible cyrus and you know that".maryl said."the bond has been broken ever since that day.i want nothing to do with either you or klaus". Maryl then walked away leaving cyrus who stared at her back. *********** Maryl tried to regain her ruined mood as she continued to walk to her destination.

That even in ruin… even in betrayal… even in blood and cages and heartbreak… they still loved each other enough to destroy the world. The sirens still screamed somewhere in the distance. The underground compound was still burning. Men were still dying. But in that corridor— in that one brutal, broken moment— it was just them. A shattered Luna. A guilty Alpha. And a love that had become too dangerous to survive… yet too deep to kill. Then Draven’s hand moved to the collar at her throat again. This time, his voice was quiet. “May I?”

She soon showed me a bathroom attached to a room. I rushed inside and closed the door behind me, the lock clicking with a sense of finality. I immediately grabbed the waistband of my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. My panties were soaked, and my breathing was heavy, ragged. A wave of confusion and self-loathing washed over me. Why was I craving and getting wet for someone I hated? Someone I was supposed to hate?