Ruinous Love Trilogy Novels & Stories

It was as if a dormant, highly advanced muscle memory had suddenly taken over her limbs. She looked down at her hands, confused and slightly unnerved by what had just transpired. On the floor, Nimrod was grunting, visibly struggling to push himself back up to his feet, his pride clearly wounded alongside his ribs. Not wanting to stick around for his reaction or give him a chance to call for another round, Seven abruptly turned her back on him. Without saying a word, she hurried out of the ring and made a straight line for the privacy of the shower room.

She stared at herself in the mirror, on that vicious scar of that night when he tainted her brutally and there was another dark purple hickeys just below of that scar, she didn't know what to feel anymore. Her mind spiraled into chaos, the present and past waging a war within her. The man who had cradled her tenderly in his arms last night was the same one who had destroyed her once. The contradiction twisted her insides, leaving her disoriented. She stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes lingering on the scar—a symbol of her pain—and the dark, purple bruises scattered across her body, marks of his affection. She was there lying in the arms of her destruction, she took oath to destroy tha

Six month passed and he just seems to be more absent, she had a feeling he's been avoiding her but everytime she tried talking about the rift growing between them, he smiled like it's nothing and kiss her forehead, hurrying out the door before she could debate the topic. The truth unfurled like a poisonous vine, entwining itself around her heart, Isabella realized that she stood on the precipice of a new reality, one where trust was a fragile illusion and love a fleeting mirage. The air in the room grew heavy with the weight of her conflicting emotions. The whole world seems to be closing in on her. She clutched onto her chest with pain while hot tears streamed down her face. How could she h

Their fates intertwined, their hearts laid bare, they would either succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume them or rise above it, their love transcending the scars of the past. The night grew colder, the ruins bearing witness to their struggles, as they grappled with their demons and searched for a way to mend the fractures in their souls. The journey ahead would not be easy, but they were determined to fight for the love they held dear. In the depth of the night, with raw emotions hanging in the air, the trio stood united, ready to face the uncertain road that lay ahead. Their love, tested and battered, remained the beacon of hope in their darkest hour—a guiding light that would

There were concerned murmurs and all eyes were transferred back to the betrothed couple. Immediately Carrie regretted her words. Now she was scared, but it was too late. Alexis was livid, his temper tiptoeing on a tightrope. Of course she’d seen this kind of anger in his eyes before and felt almost sick as she remembered who had been the loser that time! Alexis gripped her arm ruthlessly and marched her away from the curious onlookers into a quieter part of the house. Briefly she caught Alicia’s wicked grin. ‘Hate is very much akin to love, remember that when you are fighting,’ came flooding back into her mind.

“This is only the beginning. Soon she will touch you and end you.” She shook. “I can't, I can't love you if I destroy you.” “You already do,” Dark Kael whispered. “And that will be your ruin.” I forced my body up, pain burning through every bone. “I would burn for you,” I rasped. “I would break for you.” “And I,” Dark Kael murmured, “would rule with you.” Rory shivered. A tear slid down her cheek black as ink. Shadow tears.

He sat there on the dusty floor, surrounded by the relics of his past the stillbirth photo, the hospital bands, the faded journal pages clutching the remnants of the life he had lost. Valentina descended the stairs, each step feeling like the end of everything. She had finally accepted it. She would leave for good. She would never look back. Because some loves no matter how deep, no matter how real cost too much. And this one had already cost Elena her life. It had already cost Sofia her family. It could not be allowed to cost Luca anything more. The house was silent as Valentina walked toward the guest room to pack. The forbidden love that had once felt like fire now felt like ashes.

A strange warmth that came from being held so completely, from being seen at my most broken and still wanted, still claimed, still loved in their dark, twisted way. “You… you really mean it,” I whispered finally, voice hoarse and small. “Even like this. Shattered. Empty. Even knowing the risks with the blood. Even after everything you have done to me. The stretch. The pain. The corruption. You still want me.” Aurelius nodded, his breath warm against my lips. “Especially like this. The obsession was always more than ownership, Kai. It is love. Twisted and dark and absolute. We cannot exist without you anymore. The triad is incomplete without our moon-born in the center. Your silver eyes. Your

He’d watched Dante shrink himself, absorb blame, defend him with a quiet ferocity that left Ethan hollowed out with guilt. Love wasn’t supposed to look like self-erasure. The space didn’t bring clarity the way Ethan had hoped. It only magnified the ache. Every thought circled back to Dante—his tired eyes, his clenched jaw, the way he’d looked utterly wrecked when Ethan walked away. Can love survive in a place that’s constantly trying to tear it apart? Ethan wondered. He didn’t know. Morning came too fast. At the firm, Dante functioned on autopilot. He answered emails. He sat through meetings. He nodded at the right moments and spoke when expected, but it all felt distant, like he was watchin

I threw the stack of cash on his table and that act caused the dealer to look up, his leg crossed on the table in front of him. “Look who we have here,” he said, a smirk forming on his face. I wished to fucking wipe it off his face. “The mighty Zayn Santiago. To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” He asked, trying to pretend he didn't fucking know why I was here and it infuriated the hell out of me. “I want the crystals,” I said plainly, getting straight to the point, not wanting to spend a second more than needed in this goddamn place. “Oh right,” he laughed. Pulling open one of the drawers attached to the table. “We got some new stuff. You'd definitely like this one,” He threw a sealed bag