Novel & Cerita To Those Who Long For My Destruction Spoilers

In that instant, my last lifeline snapped. Holding Munchkin, I laughed in despair. Right. I was the one who insisted on breaking up back then, saying I wanted to pursue a simple life, that I had enough of his kind of luxurious life. Now that I'd hit rock bottom, why should he care whether I lived or died? I'd brought this on myself, after all. It had started to rain at some point. The rain, mixed with sleet, stung my face as it fell. I unbuttoned my coat and wrapped Munchkin tightly against my chest, trying to warm her with my own body heat.

The light burst outward, consuming the darkness, and in that suspended heartbeat, I saw the truth. The prophecy wasn’t about one bridge—it was about two. One of blood. One of love. One to destroy, one to redeem. And I realized, with a hollow ache, that Grayson was the destroyer. I was the other. The light burned brighter until it swallowed everything. When I woke, the world was silent. The stronghold was gone—nothing but ash and embers beneath a bruised sky. Kael was kneeling beside me, his arm bandaged, his face streaked with soot.

She whispers in my ears which drives me totally crazy. "What do I get from being the bad guy?"I look down at her shirt as I began to unbutton it, just then another noise came. I let out a loud groan as I fell on the bed in frustration. "We should ignore." "They might me killing themselves." I got up immediately as rushed to their room once again and behold my eyes caught the most beautiful thing both of them laughing at a movie. "Wish they could be like this forever." Loren and I both watched them from the door frame.

She shakes her head, watching me undress and turn on the shower; I look over my shoulder, winking at her, and say, “If you are not joining me in here, Jasmine, I suggest you fuck off.” Her footsteps echo off the floor as she storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. No one is coming to save me this time; I am still unsure if I want to live or die. Provoking Damian is stupid, but I can't help it; he had a hand in taking everyone I have ever loved away from me. My arm stings when the water hits it; I look down and chuckle; maybe there is still hope. I watch as the skin slowly joins back together; the bleeding has stopped a long jagged scar is all that remains. Jasmine is not as ski

They'd just take up space. The End

“I just told the boys to scare her a little. If she’s stupid enough to try and kill herself, that’s on her. If she’s not dead, dump her at a hospital. Make sure she never finds out I arranged this.” So it was true. Vincent really had wanted to destroy me. A memory flashed through my mind, a conversation I’d overheard between him and his men months before. “My mother’s death is on them. Why the hell should they get to live comfortably in the Corleone house?” Tears streamed down my face, and the world went black. I passed out completely.

I raised my eyebrows, gesturing for him to go on after his long pause, "Zane and Raul... Raul was picking Zane up from the airport... they crashed and both died from the impact." Then, pure silence. I- holy shit- freedom. Those mother fuckers can kiss my ass from the pits of hell where I'll probably be meeting them but that's besides the point! He began giving me a concerned look, one that made me feel as if I were crazy. I then realized that I was smirking because of my thoughts about the pain they must've suffered. Waterworks, dumbass! I made sure to let out a tear or two and to drop the smirk which caused him to calm down a bit but a sympathetic look was still playing around on his face.

"I don't want your loyalty. I don't want your love. I just want you out of the way." "Out of the way of what?" "Of the endgame." I look at him. At the man who's been playing chess while the rest of us played checkers. "What's the endgame, Adrian?" He smiles — thin and cold and utterly without warmth. "Total destruction," he says. "Of Laurent Axis. Of Oracle. Of Celeste Laurent herself." He turns back to the window. "I've been building toward this moment for three years. Every death. Every betrayal. Every lie — all of it, leading to this."

"Don't be sad… I'll find you a better man than him." I turned to look at my brother's pale face. He almost died while trying to save me. "I'm not sad at all, Anthony." I smiled coldly. "I'm done crying. All that's left inside me is hate." I pressed a button on my wheelchair and turned to leave the ward. The soft-hearted Annie was dead. All that was left alive was the Principessa of the Corleone family of Segona. … The underground water prison was a place where the sun never shone. The air inside was filled with a rotting stench.