Sea Of Ruin

He’s seventeen. She’s twenty. Heir to a billion-dollar empire, Kade Kingston owns everything… except the one thing he wants most. Chelsea Lynch. She scrubs floors at Crawford Elite Royal, but every guy in school whispers about what they’d do to her if they got the chance. Kade doesn’t whisper. He acts. He was supposed to lay low—for six months, heal his injury and stay out of the headlines before the big leagues. Then he sees her. Beautiful. Untouchable. But not for long. She thinks he’s just another spoiled rich kid. She’s wrong. He’s a predator in a school full of wolves, and she’s the only thing he’s hungry for. He’ll ruin anyone who touches her. Break her defenses. And when she begs, he’ll make sure she never forgets who owns her. She’s older. Off-limits. But Kade Kingston doesn’t follow the rules. He makes them. And Chelsea Lynch is about to learn…Some lines are meant to be crossed. ********************** NB: “for those that have read *BINDING 13* and love it, just like i do, this is something similar, I just felt like pouring out my idea out here. I really hope you guys love it.”

Ferngrove must pay for their crimes of stealing an ancient jewel from a Fae High Lord, Valen, and harnessing the power within it. So every century, a daughter of the chief must be taken to Lyria, the realm of the High lord and there she will spend her remaining life paying for her ancestors crimes. After another century, Valen descends on the village once more, taking the beautiful daughter of the chief of Ferngrove, Maerwynn. And he imprisons her in his Court subjecting her to a cruel fate. As the days pass, Valen finds himself inexplicably drawn to Maerwynn, her unwavering strength and beauty stirring something long dormant within his dark heart and when Maerwynn, finds out she's more than a mere human and her destiny is tied to Valen, she gathers enemies like bees to honey. Determined to protect her from the dangers lurking within his own realm and beyond, Valen finds himself making sacrifices he never thought possible, defying the very nature of his being but nothing can stop the war coming. But nothing can stop the war coming, for it will consume completely. ************************* He fixes me with a steely gaze, his voice taking on a darker edge. "You have no business with my Court or any other Court in Lyria, to be precise. You're here to atone for the sins of your ancestors, and you will do so while knowing your place," he declares, his words cutting through the air like a knife. I swallow hard, feeling a heavy weight settle in my chest at his harsh tone and the gravity of his words. "And what is my place?" I inquire, my voice barely above a whisper. His gaze hardens, and his words send a chill down my spine. "My prisoner."

Nicole Evans never asked to be followed. She never asked for eyes in the dark, for a man like Vane to orbit her life with silence and devotion sharp enough to wound. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. It waits. It watches. It becomes inevitable. What began with missing men and shadows on rooftops soon unraveled into something far more intimate—an assassin who couldn’t let go, and a woman who, piece by piece, stopped trying to make him. As friends vanished and her world narrowed, Nicole found herself drawn toward the very thing she feared most—not out of love, but recognition. In his violence, there was something terrifyingly tender. In his silence, something that listened more closely than anyone else ever had. Theirs is not a love story in any ordinary sense. It’s a descent—a long, slow collapse into dependency, into surrender. A story told in bruises and shared tea, in blood and in stillness. A quiet unraveling that doesn’t end in escape, but in a house by the sea, where memory lingers and echoes never fade. Some stories don’t ask to be understood. Only remembered.

In my first life, I was a fool. I was the perfect wife to a man who never looked at me, the loyal daughter to parents who sold me out, and the kind sister to a sibling who stole my future. I lived for them, suffered for them, and eventually, I died because of them, sent to my grave with a smile while they told me to be grateful. But death didn’t take. I woke up back in the past, right before they ruined me.. This time, the perfect person they used to walk all over is gone.. I’m done being nice. I’m here for one thing: to watch them lose everything.. My first move? Ending the marriage to the man who treated me like a ghost. I placed the divorce papers in front of Elias, expecting him to sign them with his usual cold indifference. After all, he’d spent years refusing my touch. Instead, the man who once despised me pinned me to the desk, his eyes burning with a dark, terrifying hunger I’d never seen before. He didn’t sign the papers. He ripped them to shreds with his bare hands. “You spent years begging for my love,” Elias growled, his grip bruising my waist. “Now that I’ve finally decided to give it to you, you think I’m going to let you leave? Over my dead body.”

I'm reading a book about a boy who bullies a girl, but they end up in love? Screw that; if it were me, I'd ruin the plot.

I gave a stranger my panties on a plane. Not because I'm reckless. Not because I do things like this. But because Damien Cross looked at me like I was something worth destroying himself over, and I wanted to be devoured. Four hours at 30,000 feet. That's all it took for him to unravel every careful thread of the life I'd built. One look. One touch. One whispered promise that I was his. Then he vanished. No calls. No texts. Just a breaking news report showing him married to someone else, while I stood in a hotel bathroom staring at a positive pregnancy test. Six years later, I've rebuilt myself. I'm a mother. A success. I've learned to survive without him. Until he walks into my photoshoot and recognizes the birthmark he once traced with his tongue. He says he never stopped looking for me. That his marriage was a cage he's finally escaped. That the twin boys I've been raising alone are his sons, and he wants his family back. But Damien Cross is a man who deals in empires and enemies. Someone close to him wants me gone. The threats start. The danger escalates. And I realize that loving Damien means walking into a war I never signed up for. He says he'll burn the world down to keep us safe. I'm terrified he means it. Some men are worth the fall but men are the wreckage. But Damien is both.

Marilyn Hayes had died a chilling and poisonous death, drinking from the very glass she toasted in celebration of her pregnancy for her billionaire husband, Walter Hayes. The haunting part? She had been poisoned by Walter himself! and along with her best friend Olivia,who happens to be his lover, they had planned to take everything from her. Her life, her baby and finally, her family's legacy. Marilyn is reborn, and this time, she is no longer the meek and trusting woman they knew her to be. She's strong, confident and determined with only one clear purpose. Revenge. This avenging-angel is willing to do everything in her power to carry out her revenge against the pair, however there's one obstacle- the handsome stranger, an enigmatic force of his own, who seems to be pulling Marilyn further into his world. Would she allow herself to love,after having been so deeply scarred? And if she does, can she still carry out her vengeance with this forbidden attraction? She discovers that the web of betrayal runs deeper than she could have ever imagined. "Reborn to Ruin the CEO" is an exciting tale of betrayal, revenge and forbidden passions all at play in a world where power is currency and love itself, is the most dangerous game of all.

"I've always knew you'd be the man to fuck me to heavens." The door opened on that comment and the man she least expected waltzed in. A smirk on his lips. "Tell me, how many times have I fucked you to heavens in your wild little imaginations, Gina?" ............... He’s my father's best friend, a father figure to me. But he's also the hottest man I've ever seen alive. With his fit, toned, and athletic build. He has plagued my dreams more time than I can count. Fucking me to heavens and back, and when the chance comes to experience him. It doesn't matter what it costs, even if it might be the end of me. I’m willing to let him ruin me.

When His Majesty King Dominic Thornfield was attacked, my husband, Roland Wentworth, Commander of the Royal Guard, was busy placating his first love, Vivian Sinclair, who had stormed off in a fit of anger. I did not light the signal flare in my hand. Instead, I used my heavily pregnant body as a human shield to protect the King and help him escape. In my past life, I had lit that flare. Roland abandoned Vivian to rush back and save the King. He was rewarded for his loyal service by being made a Duke Protector. However, Vivian fell into a trap and died on the spot. On the surface, Roland said nothing. Yet, on the very day I went into labor, he threw me into the Beast Dungeon. My face twisted in agony as I demanded to know why. Roland merely glanced at me coldly and said, "His Majesty had plenty of guards around him, so why did it have to be me who came back? You must have done it on purpose, only caring about power and wealth. If you hadn't lit that flare, Vivian wouldn't have died. Whatever suffering Vivian endured, I'll make you pay it back tenfold!" In the end, I was torn apart and devoured by the beasts. Even the child in my womb was consumed completely. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the King was attacked.

Hatice Natividad just wanted a fun night out with friends. But after a few too many drinks, someone dared her to kiss a random guy. Drunk and laughing, she did it. She kissed a stranger. He kissed her back. One thing led to another, and they ended up in bed. The next morning, Hatice woke up sore and confused. Beside her was a man. Naked. Asleep. She screamed. He opened his eyes. And to her horror, it was her cold, serious, and insanely attractive professor!