Ruinous Love Trilogy Novels & Stories

All because of this wicked woman standing before me. I conclude... I hate her, I hate Queen Mila. It is a final decision I don't want to argue. My eyes turn to Jamal still laying unconscious on the floor. I want to help him even though I don't know how to, but I am torn between my sudden love for him and my instant hate for his mother. I am fighting a battle within me... Struggling with my grieve. Ammi's words are still ringing in my ear, but I guess I am way past listening as I turn back and start to walk out.

She was the woman in the middle, fighting for a love that had chosen to bloom in the shadows. “In the ruins of a destroyed truth, one finds the only kind of love worth building: the one that chooses to stay.”

He hissed. "Great! I guess it's better for you to think of me like that. You want me to stop right? I'll stop." I said looking straight into his eyes. He looked at me with an unreadable expression. "When I walk out from this door, I will stop bother you. I won't appear in front of you again. I hope you're happy Christian Russo, it was hell for liking you and thanks for giving me the understanding of not to fall in love with an asshole!" I said in a cold tone, I unlocked the door and walked out.

she whispered, her mouth brushing the edge of his, "then pour yourself into me, Dante. Empty me, fill me, break me—whatever it takes to keep me yours." The lock on the Red Box clicked shut again, sealing their fate. And as his lips finally claimed hers, the question that lingered was not about wealth or bloodlines, but about whether love born of ruin could ever survive the storm waiting beyond the door. (To be continued in the next chapter)

She had cured Sera with her blood. She looked so small and fragile in the bed, but she wasn’t. The bond simmered softly beneath my skin, so I turned and left the room. I went to the balcony in my office, staring at the forest in the distance. My pack members worked hard. If someone entered the pack now, they would have no idea we battled rogues tonight. There were no traces of the bodies that littered the floors a few minutes ago. We had learned to move on faster after every attack. Families who lost someone mourned their losses then trained harder to make sure they didn’t lose another.

"Tell everyone to bring along their weapons! I'll kill the entire family of anyone who touches a hair on my sister!" However, when Anthony rushed inside the bridal boutique, there was no one left. The place was left in a mess, along with a horrifying trail of blood on the floor. Anthony's hand trembled as he touched the bloodstain on the floor. It could be Annie's, the apple of his eyes, the sister he had pampered his entire life. "Find her! Find her even if you have to turn this place upside down!" (Annie's Perspective) The ski resort was covered in snow as the chilling wind gushed in the air. Several off-road vehicles were parked in the middle of the resort.

"Always being looked at, no room for mistakes. Maybe that's why everybody detested him for marrying my mother. Because everybody was staring, everybody was waiting for him to screw up." "Perhaps," Lucas agreed. "If your father wasn't as godly as he was, maybe my father would have helped him cover his mistakes. But like you said, everyone was waiting for a reason to throw him off his throne. Especially with the number of enemies he has." I swallowed the lump in my throat. Suddenly, the desire for having another drink became strong. I gave in to another glass because holy fuck! Who wouldn't want a drink after the bomb? A secret for a secret. Trust. This is trust, Caterina. Why Lucas was so inv

Because sometime between the lightning and the rain and Luca holding her against his chest beneath a violent midnight sky, Sienna understood something irreversible. She already loved him enough that losing him would ruin her too.

"It's... it's lagging. Give me a minute." Nehemiah’s jaw tightened. He saw the weakness. He saw the love. "The Wi-Fi is fine, Rhea," he hissed, his voice so low it was barely a thread of sound. "Hit the button. End this." The air in the ballroom was thick with the scent of lilies and expensive cologne, but all I could smell was the metallic tang of the blood dripping from Finn’s hand. "Not yet," I whispered back, my eyes fixed on Finn. He looked like he was vibrating, his gaze searching mine with a desperate, frantic hunger.

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 -