Ruth Hall Novel Novels & Stories

The next morning, Ruth woke up with a terrible migraine, she pushed herself up from the bed and dragged herself into the bathroom. While under the cold shower, her head clicked 'How did I get home and on my bed?' she thought. 'could it be? No, it can't be him, he left already, there's no way he was coming back.' her brain was in motion. After the cold bath, she got dressed and went to the living room, a loud gasp escaped her lips when she saw a stranger in her kitchen cooking. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?" She asked.

I caught a glimpse of horror in Ruth's eyes, but she quickly concealed it. I had longed for the electric power that could vanquish Ruth, yet it struck Jane instead, leaving her utterly unrecognizable, reduced to a state resembling minced meat. Following the devastating blow to Jane, Ruth lost control and declared her intent to return. What my family overlooked was that Jane's demise had rendered Ruth weak, leading to her sudden disappearance.

"By your mother, Neva. Before Silver Hollow fell. She came to me herself, the very last time I ever saw her, and she told me exactly what to expect, exactly when to expect it." "What did she tell you." Ruth looked at me for a long, searching moment, grief and something almost like gentle amusement moving together behind her tear filled eyes. "She told me you would come to me in the winter," Ruth said quietly. "With a child of your own, frightened and running from everything that had ever tried to own you." She paused, something breaking further in her steady voice. "She was only nineteen years late in her timing, Neva. I have been keeping this room ready every single one of those years, wait

A faint smile touched her lips as she saw us. “Bestie,” her voice cracked. I rushed to her side, took her hand and kissed it. “You scared the life out of me,” I whispered. “What happened?” “I-I thought I heard a noise coming from the cellar. I went to check it out and— and I'm sure I felt a hand push me down the stairs.” A chill wrapped around me. “A hand?” She nodded. “Yes.” First a noise... then a hand. If we hadn't arrived there on time, the entire house would have burned down. That was no coincidence. Who would want to hurt Ruth?

Luna Paleframe The Golden Hall was barely lit by the dying flames of a single black candle. Its feeble glow cast elongated shadows that stretched like grasping fingers across the cracked stone walls and cold marble floors. The air was thick with the scent of ancient incense and burnt wax, mingling with the faint chill seeping through the cracked window. The hall had once been a place of warmth and power, but now it felt hollow—like a forgotten tomb where secrets festered in the darkness.

Emily helped her with everything else. “I know, but I was passing by and remembered my fridge was empty, so I figured, what the hell.” She set the parcels on the dining table. Ruth had a one-bedroom apartment where every surface was covered with photographs and memorabilia from her career as a dresser on Broadway, and she liked to eat in the tiny yet formal dining room, surrounded by her memories.

Phoebe continued, nervously licking her bottom lip as she watched Ana’s reaction closely, unsure of how she would take it. Ana took the phone and began scrolling through the articles, her expression shifting from confusion to seriousness as she absorbed the information. "The famous businessman, Richard Hill, has been seen having a luxurious breakfast with a mysterious lady in red in Virginia before they are spotted heading towards the airport. Are they a new couple? Seems like Mr. Richard Hill fell for this mysterious lady's temptation." Ana read aloud, her voice tinged with disbelief, simultaneously her heart began drumming violently.

She kept walking. And somewhere in the hall they had left behind, Ruth Adeyemi was talking to Vivienne with the book held against her side, and in the photograph now back in the envelope in Ruth’s bag, a woman who had been part of the original nine was smiling at someone outside the frame, and that smile was now part of the permanent record of a night in November when the work became the book and the book entered the world and all of it, every piece, arrived at exactly the place it had always been moving toward.

To me, they weren’t enough, but I would take anything I could get. I tried the doorknob again, but it was still locked. I waited a few more minutes, hoping Ian would remember and finally unlock the door. Instead, hanging my head, I turned away and started to make the long way back down to the basement. There, Claire had already retired to her room, but Ruth was in the common area. Sitting on the couch, she seemed to be taking inventory of all the strange collection of things she had in her bag. Roots, and flowers, and potions.

I nodded and but my lip. I then left the kitchen. There’s no way am doing that. Richard will kill me. He already thinks am trouble. I returned to the dinning, he was nowhere to be seen. I then went to my room. But Ruth's words keep playing in my head. Was her ghost story true? I laid on my bed and clunged tightly to my bed cover. I hope she’s wrong. I shut my eyes to sleep but then felt a gentle breez flow into the room…. The wind!