Ruins Novels & Stories

"Oh, you're yelling at me? What exactly do you have that compares to Myra? All these years, she handled everything, and I just had to sign papers. I never had to lift a damn finger!" The two of them tore into each other without holding anything back. But no amount of screaming could fix the company's collapse. Soon after, Alan's company fell apart completely. To cover the financial losses, the court forced them out of the villa Alan and I once lived in together. It had to be auctioned off. And even with their lives falling to pieces, neither of them chose to actually work or rebuild. Instead, to maintain the lifestyle they were used to, they turned to gambling. It didn't take long for them t

The Ruins of Fate The ruins loomed before them, skeletal remains of a forgotten era thrust upward from the earth. Crumbling stone pillars, draped in thick vines and moss, stood like silent sentinels, their surfaces pitted by time. The air was heavy, saturated with the rich, loamy scent of damp soil and the faint rot of decay. It pressed against Aria’s skin as she stepped into the clearing, a cloying shroud that made her breath catch. Beneath her boots, the ground yielded, soft mud sucking at her soles with each careful step. The faint light of dawn struggled through the dense canopy overhead, splintering into long, wavering shad

The safe house felt smaller than it had the day before. Walls pressed in with the weight of silence, heavy and unmoving. I stood by the rain streaked window, staring out at the gray, washed out street below, my reflection fractured across the glass. The TV murmured in the corner, news anchors speaking in their flat, rehearsed tones.

Silver flames burned along the walls without heat, casting eerie light across hundreds of kneeling figures below. Hollows. Thousands of them. Their heads bowed in absolute silence. And at the center of it all. me. No. Her. The first Queen of Ruin sat upon a throne of obsidian, draped in dark armor lined with glowing cracks. A silver crown rested upon her head like it belonged there. Like it had never belonged anywhere else. Her face slowly lifted. And I was staring at myself. Same eyes. Same face. Only colder. Older. Broken in ways I couldn’t understand.

Bangs rattled the wood. “Don’t touch anything! Do you hear me? Open the damn door!” His voice was strained. Panicked. I had never heard him sound like that. Not once. I turned away from the door. Behind the destroyed biometric scanner was a small numeric keypad. So there was a passcode. My fingers hovered over it. Think. What would he use? Behind me, another bang shook the door. “Drisana… Baby… please!” I ignored him. The day SpectraGuard was founded. I entered the date.

“His father. Yours. Mine. We just get handed the wreckage and told to make sense of it.” “We’re not just handed wreckage,” I said. “We’re handed each other too. That’s the part I keep coming back to lately. Whatever this costs us before it’s finished, I don’t think I would have survived getting this close to the truth without you standing in it with me.”

And then it was pure heat and motion. He fucked me deep and steady at first Then the rhythm shifted, harder, faster, the bed creaking beneath us as he drove into me like he couldn’t get deep enough. My nails scraped down his back. One of his hands pinned my wrists above my head; the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, tilting me so every thrust hit that perfect spot.

Just thinking about that brief encounter made my face go up in flames and my body hot. And somewhere after a light dinner, I got a cryptic message from an unknown number that froze my heart: “He’ll destroy you if you’re not careful.”

I walked to my wardrobe searching for the right clothes to wear. I decided on black undies then Green long sleeved shirt, black leggings and black low cut vans. I always make sure to wear long sleeved shirts so as to cover my bruises. I faced my bedside mirror, i glanced at my face contemplating on whether to put on makeup or not. Nah!! I look okay like this. I just brushed my wavy blonde hair so it tumbles past my shoulders. I put a little blush on my cheeks and smiled in the mirror. My green long sleeved shirt matching with my forest green eyes. I smiled again, at least let me be happy for once.

The events of earlier in the day came rushing back too. Marti said nothing throughout the entire ride. She only stole glances and would occasionally pat my hands. I tried offering her a small smile when we parked outside the dorm. Keira rummaged her purse for her key. She found it quickly and clicked open the door. As we pushed it open, the sight that lay before us dropped our jaws. Marti stepped in before I did. I followed closely behind, the door shut behind us. Our room lay in ruins. Rummaged through and ransacked. All our clothes were thrown out the wardrobe, and one of it’s door was hanging off a hinge. Almost every box lay upturned. No corner of the room