For The Shattered Things Novels & Stories

And the night shattered open. To be continued…

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?”

It's too late. Rachel felt her heart in another wave of hopelessness that crashed upon her. "So now you want me to just be a liar? Keep pretending everything's okay when I can't even stand it anymore? Vanessa let out a deep, frustrated sigh. "Of course, because it would have to be. And if you confess now, everything will fall apart. Everything we've worked for, everything we've planned-gone. Can't you see? You can't take it back once it's been done."

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.”

Riding Grayson on that couch, him laughing against her pussy on that bed, their bodies gliding together in the bathtub. She picked up the vase of white roses the maids changed out every few days and shattered it against the wall. Watched the pieces scatter and felt satisfaction. Shattered just like the life she’d carved out for herself amidst the pristine marble of this fucking place. This place was nothing but a whitewashed lie in a pretty package, along with the men who called it home.

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

I didn’t faint. I shattered.

Shattered glass. The world turned white. -