This Inevitable Ruin Audiobook Novels & Stories

“We were trying to stay alive.” “We should have been thinking ahead.” “We were thinking ahead.” Ruin shook his head. “Not far enough.” I watched him carefully. He was unraveling in a way I had not seen before, not through anger or violence but through pressure and through everything pressing down at once. “You cannot control everything,” I said. Ruin’s eyes snapped to mine. “I can control enough.” “Not this,” I said. “I should have.” He replied. “You are not invincible.” “I never said I was.”

"Even to the point of maddening obsession and ruination?" His mouth set in a hard line. "Even to the point of maddening obsession and ruination."

Nobody knows when it began; it recently was — was, and will be, and consistently will be. The constant thunder of the obscuring mists as it hurries to take the land beats upon him until he can't endure anything else. The torrent of destiny is gathering, setting up a tsunami that will convey the last blow, unleashing timeless ruin all the while. It is difficult to acknowledge that the is could turn into the was and that the continuum could be upset. At any rate, he can't sit and look as the annihilation encompasses this world. He attempts to recall that he isn't frail. He has some control over the annihilation, use it as he would prefer. This isn't something difficult to keep away from.

she argued. “Architetta.” He leaned closer, his hands gripping each side of his desk as his voice dropped dangerously low. ”Then this job may take more from you than you expect.” She could feel it then, the danger lurking behind his words. Promising retribution. AILANI’S POV (24 hours earlier.) “She collapsed suddenly.” Everything in my life changed with those three words. A single phone call was all it took to send my whole world crashing down, like a rollercoaster on a broken track.

I said in a bored tone, watching her tremble a bit at the harshness of my voice. She snapped her finger in my face, taking a step closer as her eyes filled with anger. “Hey Mister whatever you call yourself. Clearly you think you're some kind of hero for coming when you did but that doesn't give you any right to assume things like that. If you're just going to judge someone based on the ten seconds that you've met them, then guess what I think. I think you're an egotistical human that thinks he's some kind of saviour and the world should be at his mercy. Why? Because apparently you…” she stopped abruptly and the next thing I knew, I heard a loud retching sound and I felt something wet seepin

"Saw you through the glass. Figured I'd say hi." He didn't sit down. He just stood there, rain dripping from his jacket onto the floor, creating a small puddle around his boots. "You're soaking wet," I said. "Yeah, well." He ran a hand through his damp curls. "Rain came out of nowhere." An awkward silence stretched between us. The barista called out an order. The espresso machine hissed. "Jax, about the book—" "It's nothing," he said quickly. "Don't make it a thing."

His obsession deepened. I walked the line between ruin and surrender. How long before the secrets met? How long before the man I meant to destroy realized the ghost in his bed would be the one to bring his empire down? The game had never been more dangerous or more consuming.

“This is the last time I will ever see you. From now on, I truly never want to lay eyes on you again.” Dante chimed in softly, “Sylvia, it's time to try on your wedding dress.” He slipped his hand into mine, and led my away without a backward glance. Watching my retreating figure, Vittorio suddenly thought of the Buddha statue in the ancestral hall, its surface blackened by incense smoke for ages. It hit him that the unrequited longing was exactly the punishment the Buddha had bestowed upon him for his sins.

He was making sure I felt every ounce of the fire I had started. "You think you can just say sorry and have the world go back to normal," Liam continued. "But some things are broken beyond repair. You didn't just break a glass. You ground it into dust. You can't put dust back together." "I will do anything," I whispered into the carpet. "I will leave the house. I will go to a different city. Just don't hate me. Please don't hate me."

I appreciated that more than I probably should have. The library was behind a set of heavy doors at the end of a corridor I hadn't seen before. The room was massive, with bookshelves climbing all the way to the ceiling and a fire crackling low in a stone hearth. Someone had already set up a table in the center with stacks of old texts piled high. Kaelith picked up a book with a cracked spine. "These are the forbidden ones. Histories the fae courts tried to destroy centuries ago."