The Ruins Sinopsis Novels & Stories

And why did every part of me still ache for the way his mouth had moved over mine in the vault? We reached the top. Julian pressed his shoulder into a rusted door, forcing it open with a screech of protest. Cold night air rushed over us like a slap. We were in the ruins. Concrete and metal bones of a world that used to be something more, before the Dominion turned cities into experiments and the sky into a surveillance dome. Julian motioned for silence, crouching low behind the remnants of a collapsed transport hub. The distant whine of engines sliced through the silence.

"Don't make me regret this, Nehemiah. I need my brother back. I can't do this next part alone." "You won't have to," he whispered, covering my hand with his. "Let’s go get your sister." The drive to the airport was silent, but the tension had shifted from toxic to focused. We were a team again. As the private jet taxied onto the runway, I looked out at the disappearing skyline of Mexico City. I was leaving the safety of the Garcia fortress and heading back to the ruins of Rhea Dawson’s life. "I’ve encrypted the trust fund data Finn mentioned," Nehemiah said, tapping away at his laptop as if the kiss had never happened. "He wasn't lying. There’s a ghost-account in Rita’s name with enough mone

For a moment, he turned his head, scanning the dark edges of the property. Damian could almost swear those cold eyes met his. Then the SUV pulled away, its tires hissing against the wet asphalt, swallowed by the rain and flashing lights. The mansion stood in ruins behind them, the empire’s heart ripped out in one night. Damian spoke into his mic, his voice low. “Good work. Sweep every inch. No one leaves, not even the rats.” “Copy that,” came Cole’s reply. And as the last van rolled away, Damian finally let the binoculars drop to his chest.

"Crawl." He didn't need to say more. She knew what he wanted. Shaking, she crawled the few feet toward him, the mud soaking through the knees of her pants, every inch a movement of pure degradation. She reached his boots, her hand trembling as she pulled the cold, familiar diamond ring from her finger. She held it up to him. He plucked it from her fingers as if taking a piece of trash. Then, with a grunt of disgust, he shoved his hand against her shoulder, pushing her face-first into the dirt.

“Vittorio, haven't you realized? When I was with Dante, I was still myself—Sylvia Cross. But when I loved you…” I paused, my eyes reflecting a deep sorrow. “I was no longer myself.” Vittorio dug his fingertips into his palms until his nails broke the skin, blood seeping through his tightly clenched fist. “Just give me one more chance…one more chance, please.” “Just go back.” I stood up coolly, pulling my wrist from his grasp. “This is the last time I will ever see you. From now on, I truly never want to lay eyes on you again.”

On the outside, it looked like nothing serious had happened there, but Claudio looked more shaken than the last time I had seen him. — The woman is crazy – he seemed disturbed – she set her own body on fire. I dragged her out and tried to save my house. — And what is the gravity scale of the house? I asked, sitting down next to him. — The room was completely destroyed – he confessed, with regret – the damage was only not greater because I managed to put out the fire. I looked at the place again, and for a moment I was grateful Aurora wasn’t there to watch her mother’s house get destroyed.

“Sit down, Rossi.” “No,” Liam said, leaning across the table until he was inches from Arthur’s face. “You want to talk about failure? Look in the mirror. You’ve built this massive, expensive tomb and you’re so lonely you have to spend your dinner tearing down the only person who actually gives a damn about you.” “Liam, don’t,” Ethan whispered, his voice broken.

I heard the door click open and I turned around staring at them gobsmacked. Daniel Pitts and Jolie Myers. Jolie opened her mouth agape as she saw me, she quickly adjusted her short skirt embarrassingly and walked out of the restroom. I slanged my backpack over my shoulder and proceeded to walk out of the restroom when a hand drew me back. I quickly yanked my arm away. The only thing apart from Victor that makes me want to vomit is a boy touching me. They are all the same. "How long have you been here?". Daniel asked, his eyes piercing into mine.

The three of us are always together, and I feel that my friendship with Monica is the most sincere thing in the world. After that, my life became like a fairy tale. Paul, who was born into a wealthy family, proposes to me. Then I work at the company he runs as a researcher there. Monica does too, as Paul’s assistant. Then... in the third year of our marriage... everything is exposed. The betrayal. The destruction of my life. And my death... Oh my God, am I really being given a chance to fix my life? “Calm down, Kate. Calm down,” I whisper to myself.

“I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late watching trash TV, alright?” “No promises.” Crystal responds, shooing me away. “You know that’s my favorite type since you’re so boring.” Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother responding before I head to my room and collapse on my bed so that I can finally let the weight of reality slam into me. “Shit,” I hiss, realizing what I was running headfirst into. “There really are monsters living amongst us and pretending to be humans.”