Unscramble Ravaged Novels & Stories

The jungle or- I was in the car. My hair was cut low because of the accident. I wasn't smiling even though I knew I should. I knew there was a reason to be happy I was back. But what was it? I couldn't remember. My failed attempts at trying to remember only made my headache bad which in turn made me frustrated.

Instead, a raw rift yawned, bleeding corruption into her world. It was not a clean break but a violent rending, edges torn and ragged, as if the land had been ripped open by some unseen claw. And through that wound— Not stars. Not the steady constellations she knew. But a place of swirling, chaotic colors. A maelstrom of primal forces, wild and unbridled, bleeding through into her world. Colors too sharp to be named, light that carried hunger, movement that felt like madness. It poured outward, a violation of everything sacred, poisoning the air, the soil, the very rhythm of the forest.

The stone hit a tree far away. A roar ripped through the air. It was a scary sound. It was not a wolf howl. It was a scream of pain. The Ravager came out of the mist. He was a nightmare. His fur was falling out in patches. His eyes were not gold or brown. They were a milky white, leaking green fluid. He was twice my size, and his mouth was covered in black foam. He saw the movement where the stone had hit. He lunged. I stayed very still like I was a shadow or I was the wind.

“His father. Yours. Mine. We just get handed the wreckage and told to make sense of it.” “We’re not just handed wreckage,” I said. “We’re handed each other too. That’s the part I keep coming back to lately. Whatever this costs us before it’s finished, I don’t think I would have survived getting this close to the truth without you standing in it with me.”

The students were not happy with the latest response of the management to critical cases on the citadel. The exams came and were going smoothly till the day of economics. The cultists were furious with the head boy whom they referred to as wicked by covering his booklet with all his body to the point they couldn’t even see his paper. The cultists raised a disruption to the exam by tearing the paper of the head boy and other boys who are in the same chain. The teachers were irritated by the acts and bounced on the boys causing injuries to them. The economics exams were later taken after an additional week of exams was added to the exam weeks.

Dangerous. Waiting.

“After I broke up with you. I got so angry, I thought you didn't love me that much. I didn't even think straight but thought being a rogue could actually be the answer. I wanted to wreck my life totally and then agreeing to Raphael's offer was what I could do. He made me a rogue by bonding Chelsea and I but I knew it didn't work the way he expected because after rejecting you, I was supposed to be disconnected from you but I was still connected to you”

only possible because I don’t have any weakness…. and now if I marry you…. Then..” ravan stopped in between his explanation “Then what?” Reva questioned him in recklessness “Then they will come after you.. I don’t want to put your life in danger reva” Ravan explained her “Is that your excuse for rejecting my proposal ravan?” reva again questioned ravan who did not answered her, sensing his rejection reva hastily got down from bed and picked up a fruit knife from their bedside table and slashed her left hand wrist, It happened so fast that before ravan could react reva slashed her right hand wrist too “REVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA……………………………” Ravan screamed and rushed to hold reva in his arm “FUC

I was just a young girl who didn't know better… I'm sorry, Jamie. I'm so sorry. I'm not Jamie. His grip tightened on the bottle of whiskey, clenching his hands as they shook. Let's end it here, Anna De la Vegas… you're dead to me. A gut-wrenching groan tore from his throat as he hauled the bottle at the glass. It hit with a heavy thud and dropped to the floor, rolling. His eyes followed it; it was cracked… just like everything else.

Our voices filled the room—mine high and shattered, climbing into screams. His deep and broken, guttural, desperate. “FUUUCCCKKK,” he roared, voice cracking like glass. I came undone beneath him, body seizing, pussy clenching around him like a fist, milking him. He poured into me—hot, thick, endless sperm—flooding me, marking me, owning me from the inside out. “Ahh… ahh…” he groaned, a sound I’d never heard from any man—soft, wrecked, vulnerable.