"You stole something from me." His voice was low, a rumble coming from his chest, his eyes intensely staring into hers. She stared helplessly back at him, losing herself in the depth of his green orbs. Her body trembled with fear and anticipation as his lips grazed over her cheek. He took a step closer, caging her in against the door she had tried to escape through moments ago, her back pressed against it. Her body felt weak, her legs almost giving in. She would have fallen to the ground if it weren't for his strong arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her into his broad, hard chest. She shivered, she could feel every toned muscle on his stomach through his shirt, the heat of his body transferring onto her cold one. "and now I want something in return." He whispered as his soft lips pressed down onto hers, leaving her body set ablaze. He had decided her faith the moment he laid eyes on her but she had been too innocent to realize that.

❛WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MAKE THE TEN MOST POWERFUL GODS ALIVE PLAY A GAME OF MUSICAL CHAIRS WITH ONE SEAT?❜ They fight - to the death. They fight over three crowns and a throne with steel spiked maces. They despair a little more everyday keeping their vows. They wander in hospitals to find a cure for their torn hearts. They haunt castles and secret passages. They betray the ones they love the most. They are dying women and miserable men. They make peace with their enemies, not friends. Girls of rivers with hair like the night dance down the moon stairs. Goddesses of flame hold out hands which crumble and burn. This story sings of three rings. Of forgotten maps. Of a queen who should not be alive after all she has suffered. But most importantly, it sings of three gilded crowns studded with the jewels of the heavens. Crowns of glass. ➳ Shortlisted for the Wattys 2018. ➳ Now a featured Wattpad story. ➳ Winner of over fifteen prestigious awards. ➳ Highest rank: #2 in Fantasy. ❛NO ONE TOLD ME THAT BEING A QUEEN WOULD MEAN PAYING THE PRICE OF POWER WITH STEEL AND BLOOD, DARLING.❜ rubyruins | all rights reserved ©

"Really?" A deep voice queried. I stood there, regretting the words that came from my mouth. Shit. Why did I say that? I inwardly debated whether I should turn around or not and being the dumb girl I am, I chose to turn around. Now I was hoping the ground would swallow me. *** This book is a work of fiction. Please be patient since this is my first werewolf book. You may notice grammatical errors and bad writings. English isn't my first language but hopefully I'll do my best to satisfy y'all with this book. *** ♡ Cover by: Chatachino ♡

acrophilia. noun. (uncountable) a love of heights. "For your information, some people actually enjoy heights and are not suicidal. I was just appreciating the view, enjoying the wind. I was actually enjoying life until you ruined the moment," he spits, carrying so much resentment that Jaebeom actually feels sorry. "I... I'm sorry. You just... looked like you wanted to jump." "You should've thought better before ruining my perfect moment and throwing me to the ground, which by the way, hurts like hell. Ass." (...) When Jaebeom's life is going down, he meets a strange boy who turns his world upside down. /crossposting on AO3/