For The Shattered Things Novels & Stories

The shattered picture frames, once filled with the smiling faces of loved ones, now lay scattered like broken promises. As I navigated the wreckage, my mind raced with questions and a desperate longing for answers. The weight of these unanswered questions bore down upon me, threatening to crush my spirit. With a heavy heart, I sank to my knees amidst the debris, my tears mingling with the dust and fragments of my shattered life. I clutched my chest, as if to physically hold myself together, while my mind grappled with the enormity of the situation.

Crash! A sharp, violent crack ripped through the sterile silence of the office. The remote control, a sleek, expensive piece of brushed metal, flew from James’s hand with terrifying force. It spun through the air like a deadly projectile, arcing across the vast room before shattering against the far wall, splintering into a dozen jagged fragments that clattered against the marble floor. The sound, sharp and final, seemed to echo his internal rage.

Shatter! The glass pane of the abandoned hangars side office exploded inward as Marcus hurled his shoulder against the frame. The sound of shattering glass filled the air and sharp shards skipped across the oil-stained floor. He didn't wait for the dust to clear. He reached through the gap grabbed the manual iron deadbolt and twisted it with a loud snap. The sound echoed through the hangar.

Was this the reason behind his cold behavior and the decision to get back at me by cheating with Trina? The next thing that shattered the lingering face was the sound of papers being thrown at me, hitting my face. Xaden's next words stopped my heart for a few seconds, leaving my entire body numb. "Sign those divorce papers, and get the fuck out of this office and out of my life. A slut like you isn't fit to be a Luna." My heart shattered into a million pieces, and before my eyes, my world crumbled. Everything I had worked hard to build seemed to go down the drain because of an allegation I never committed. Or was this some kind of dream I was in?

Standing in the wind, he looked disheveled and broken, as if he'd aged a decade overnight. Meanwhile, in the Shaw Mansion, Kimberly was happily tending to the flowers that Elmer had meticulously cultivated.

A PAWN & A KING ~ALICE’S POV~ I was still standing there, staring at the door Noah had just walked through, trying to piece my sanity back together. But that was the thing about sanity. Once it cracks, it doesn’t take much to shatter. A low groan cut through the silence. I turned slowly, my stomach flipping as I saw Edward stir on the floor. Another groan, and he rolled onto his side, wincing as he dragged himself up onto his elbows.

Shadow. “Killian…” I looked at him with fear. “It’s both. Flame… and shadow.” The relic in his hands began to shake. He tried to hold it still. “It’s reacting again!” Cracks formed on its surface. “No—don’t let it break!” I cried. But it was too late. The relic shattered into pieces. A loud boom echoed through the ruins. Wind whipped around us. Dust filled the air. I coughed, blinking through the haze. “Killian?”

To tear down the life he was trying to build without her? His eyes drifted to a framed photo on his desk—a candid shot of him and Rachel from years ago. They were laughing, carefree, unaware of the cracks that would eventually shatter their relationship. He picked up the frame and studied it, searching for answers in their frozen smiles. They had been happy once, hadn’t they? Or was it all an illusion, a fleeting moment in time that could never be recaptured?

Now onto the finale Loved me with your worst intentions Didn't even stop to question Every time you burned me down Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven Loved me with your worst intentions Painted us a happy ending Every time you burned me down Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven And it's so gut-wrenchin' Fallin' in the wrong direction Darkness Quiet Everything was quiet I was finally dead Yeey Until I actually wasn't Pain So.much pain. I felt as if fire was crawling under my skin "Break them back in place!" "Have every damn rogue that touched her beheaded" "I don't fucking care use it all on her" Noisy. And whoever kept on yelling sure had anger issues The pain stopp

I say, before rereading the prophecy. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night She will begin to heal He who is broken "Okay, that part makes sense. Although, similar to what GoldMoon told us, the word ‘broken’ isn’t exactly accurate. Dominic isn't broken, he was abused and scarred.” “It’s semantics, Princess, just like with the Blessing of the Ceryneian Hind, or as we now call it, The Gift of the Ceryneian Hind, Dominic is described as broken. Maybe the prophecy used that word because he can’t shift.”