Ruinous Love Trilogy Novels & Stories

“And the full Nightshade family is in danger after that, they cleanse him of you.” Execution. “There's no possibility of you winning this,” Elias' voice goes soft. “You can only choose the version of loss where one person is safe.” He steps closer, “you think love is stable.” I don’t respond. “It is not, it's destabilizing and rough.” His voice becomes gravelly and hoarse as he stares at me dead in the eyes. “ you think you can withstand the heat, you cannot. Not without burning everything to the ground.” My jaw tightens.

I had intended to break her, to firmly remind her who exactly she married but the moment she stood over Gerald, cold and completely unbothered about the pooling blood, something stupid snapped inside me, she looked so damn good playing the boss. And then this bitch broke my nose, I touched the bridge of my nose, wincing slightly as a fresh throb of pain shot through my face. I pulled over at the secure yard a few blocks away from the warehouse, stepping into the cool night air, I washed the blood from my face and stripped out my ruined shirt, staring into the cracked mirror of the locker room, I looked deep into my own eyes. Rowan Moretti had officially declared war, he had shot my brother,

Making him feel wrecked. I don't know why I want him so much. I can get anyone I want and fuck them. I mean, they are the ones that throw themselves at me. Both men and women. But I have never wanted someone the way I want Tristan. I have never wanted to protect someone and at the same time destroy them. I don't mind doing the latter in the bedroom. I want to ruin him until I'm the only thing he desires. It's his fault for drawing the attention of a monster.

When he faced me again, his voice was lower, controlled, and dangerous. “Listen to me, Elara. In my world, trust is a loaded gun. You don’t point it unless you’re ready to pull the trigger.” I swallowed. “Matteo” “Is dead to you,” Ruin said flatly. My chest tightened painfully. “He was someone I loved.” “He was someone who sold you,” Ruin replied. “And he’ll do it again if you let him breathe.” I looked down at my hands. They were still shaking.

Just for a moment. But then, from the depths of his mind, came another voice. Deep, calm, merciless. “Do you truly think love will save you again?” The sky bled crimson. Soren’s aura flared outward, a tidal wave of energy that shook the air itself. Lucien stepped back, triumphant, his face lit by the godfire unfolding before him. The god within Soren—the Ruin—was awakening, and every heartbeat of his vessel sent tremors through the valley.

The vision had not only shown me what Raven would do—it had shown me why. His anger. His loneliness. His betrayal. He had loved me. Once. And now that love had twisted into something unrecognizable. A dark, bottomless void. A promise of ruin. I opened my eyes, my reflection staring back at me in the glass, pale and haunted. Was it truly inevitable? Would Raven really destroy everything Kael and I had built? My hands tightened into fists. No. I refused to believe that. There had to be a way. I had to find a way.

Lydia is Allen's mistress, and he's allowing his side piece to take place! Jade's face darkened. She turned to Allen, feigning anger. "Apologize to Rosie, you fool!" However, Allen raised his chin and replied, "I did nothing wrong. I will not marry Rosie because of such outdated, feudal relics from our elders! Love is love! I will leave if you two keep forcing me on this. "Rosie, you were raised with modern education. Why are you acting so old-fashioned?" His words enraged Jade. Allen's father, Jack Walter, slapped him lightly on the head. "Stop talking!"

"Kind. Gentle. He treated me like I mattered. I was worth something to him. For the first time in my life, someone love me for who I am. "And you loved him," I say. "I still love him," she corrects. "Even now. Even after everything. I'd do it all again if it meant having those months with him." "Even if it destroys the continent?" I ask. "The prophecy says the continent will burn," she says. "But what if the elders are wrong? What if our love isn't the problem? What if it's the solution and we're all too blind to see it?" I think about that. About the prophecy. About the blood moon still hanging in the sky. About the dead rising from graves.

His face was pale, eyes shadowed from exhaustion, but there was a strange calm in him—a peace that looked foreign yet fitting. We walked through the ruins in silence. Every room we passed had a memory. The grand hall where I once feared him. The dining room where he watched me from across the table, unreadable. The garden where, for the first time, he let me see the cracks in his armor. Now, all of it was gone—reduced to soot and silence. But maybe that was how it needed to be. Maybe love like ours wasn’t meant to grow in perfection—it had to bloom in ruin.

Today should be a happy day. A celebration, I thought, staring into the mirror. Instead, I saw only what I'd always seen—a plus-size witch being sacrificed to a loveless marriage for political gain. My fiancé Calous might be handsome and powerful, but he's also a first-class asshole who won't even pretend to be faithful. The kind of man who collects mistresses like trophies.