This Inevitable Ruin Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

The restaurant…The fire…Two years ago–the words clawed at my brain like ice picks. My knees couldn’t hold me anymore, they bucked and gave out under me. My hands, wet with sweat, slipped from the wall. I dropped to the ground. The shaky breath I had been struggling to maintain turned into silent sobs. I heard a car door slam shut some distance away, then footsteps nearing me. I didn’t bother to look up. “Well, well, well.” Sebastian cooed in a sickly sweet voice. “If it isn’t the Keira Pierre.”

My muscles lock, the throbbing pain fading as I watch his finger dance over the trigger. “You’re wrong.” he looks at me. “Let’s say you did destroy all the rings, X. Let’s say you accomplished what you’ve set out to do. Do you honestly believe, for one second, it’ll stay that way? Ha! The second the dust settles, evil will already be rebuilding their empire, this time stronger and better than before.” he stares at me as if I'm delusional. “You'll never get rid of evil. Never.”

But it keeps my mind on the pain, rather than wanting to kill and destroy things I wouldn’t be able to mend later. They already hate me. But I don’t care. They are all corrupted beyond rots in this academy anyway. This…I’m only doing it for myself. I lean my head back against the cold stone, eyes closing as the silver tears through my skin, grounding me. Until it directs my mind elsewhere. Into the world where my father’s cold and disappointed voice called me useless and told me I would never be Alpha… I see myself as a child, kneeling on stone, knees bruised and bleeding while I hold up stones far too heavy for my arms.

I didn’t care how savage I looked, I wanted them to know the kind of beast they were dealing with. “ It was a warning" Leonardo breathed out rubbing his temple as if a headache can undo the damage .“ Rowan Moretti has officially started his games, he didn’t only attack your front gates, Nikolai . He used that exact hour to bomb and destroy my goods and warehouse that just landed, causing me to lose billions in a single night, billions gone in smoke, Nikolai!” I squeezed my fist under the table my rage instantly flaring, Billion’s ? This pathetic man was sitting here whining about money like my brother getting shot at our gates was a minor inconvenience.

Dora continued. I sighed. "Lets hope he doesn't do anything stupid". The class door opened again and our History teacher, Mr. Stephen stepped in. "Good morning class". He said as he dropped his briefcase on the desk. "Good day, Mr. Stephen". The class replied enthusiastically That's it. Mr Stephen is in for it. He sat on the chair and brought out his books. Weird, nothing happened. He rested on the chair and he immediately fell down flat as the chair broke.

He had taken the one piece I needed to complete my plan. I looked at the cracks spreading across the ground. The realm was breaking apart now that Aurelian was gone. The damage was permanent. This meant war. I closed my eyes and left the realm. When I opened them again, I was back in the study. The book was still open on the desk. The candle on the shelf was still burning. I walked toward the window and looked out at the dark sky. "If that's how you want it, brother," I whispered. "Then that's how it will be.”

I tilted my head slightly. “Do you even hear yourselves?” A murmur moved through the room, it was not loud but enough. Good. Confusion is always step one. “I’ve done many terrible things in my life,” I continued smoothly. “I’ve trafficked secrets. Broken alliances. Bought loyalties and buried enemies. I’ve dismantled syndicates that thought they were untouchable. I’ve made men with ten times your resources beg for mercy.” The elders stiffened, the councilwomen frowned and pack members leaned forward.

Ethan’s basically invisible now. Yeah, another replied. Guess the golden boy phase didn’t last. Someone snorted. It never does. Dante always burns through them. Dante stopped short. He stood just out of sight, heart hammering, listening. Honestly, the first voice continued, I gave it a month before he’s gone. Vale & Finch or nowhere. Or nowhere, the second echoed. This place eats people alive. Dante felt something twist violently in his chest burns through them. The phrase landed like an accusation he couldn’t shake.

The Weight of What Remains There are moments that split your life in two — the before and the after. You don’t always see them coming. Sometimes they’re quiet, slipping in on an ordinary night. Sometimes they arrive with the sound of a door being kicked in and a gun going off. Either way, when the dust settles, you realize the person you were before no longer exists. I’ve lived through more of those moments than I care to count.

People would speak of integrity and the cost of influence. She would answer, or be eaten. Either way, the outcome would quiet the rumor that had threatened his invisible life. He imagined, with a tightness he would not name, Serena stepping away from a monitor in some loft and noticing the change in the feeds. He imagined Eliora’s furious, protective text. He imagined his mother’s puzzled disappointment if anything leaked that made him look monstrous. He leaned back, measured the quiet as if it might betray him and then turned the sound off. Every ruin teaches you something, he thought. Mostly, it teaches where the next wall must be built.