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This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Pulling one of the frame pieces out of the mess, I heaved it with all my strength and shattered the glass. I could get in now, but the snake could also get out. It dropped to the ground and headed for the opening, then shied back, moving slowly and gingerly. The broken glass cut at its scales. It was so desperate for food, it came at me anyway and let the glass slice it to ribbons. That gave me an idea. I picked up a particularly large shard of glass and waited.

Holding them steady. Holding me steady. Always. “Zara,” he called. I didn’t look back. “I’ve got them,” he said. I believed him. Without question. Without hesitation. So I focused forward. On the crack. On the thing behind it. On the intent pressing through. The fracture burst open. Not like a tear. Not like a portal. It shattered. Reality splintering outward like glass as something forced its way through with brutal, unapologetic force. A massive form slammed halfway into our world and stuck.

Trust is not lost all at once. It fractures— --- In moments. --- In choices. --- In the silence after something breaks. --- And once it’s gone— --- It does not return the same. --- The chamber fell still. --- Not because everything had been saved— --- But because something had been lost. --- Irretrievably. --- The fracture sealed. --- Abrupt. --- Final. --- As if it had never been there. --- As if what had been taken— ---

She reached for the glass of wine that had been a source of solace, her hand trembling. With a forceful motion, Isabella hurled the glass towards the wall, a primal scream escaping her lips as the glass shattered into countless shards, scattering across the office floor like a constellation of broken dreams. The room echoed with the sound of destruction, a reflection of Isabella's shattered hopes and her own internal turmoil.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

CHAPTER 126 — THE SHATTERING The horizon tore open, and the new figures emerged—shadows taller than buildings, their forms shifting like liquid nightmares. They moved with purpose, each step fracturing the ground, sending fissures that glowed with molten light. The air burnt with static, thick and choking, as if the sky itself had caught fire.

Clara's POV The absolute, ironclad reality of Mark’s threat didn't just hurt; it shattered whatever fragile remains of my spirit I had managed to scrape together. When he finally pulled his hand from my jawbone and strode upstairs to scrub my presence off his skin in the master shower, I didn't move. I remained pinned against the cold kitchen wall, my shoulder blades pressed flat against the drywall, my lungs gasping for air that felt thin, sharp, and stripped of oxygen.

and the devastation of them. Kael's face became stern. "Devastation? I believed the Keeper to have stated that they couldn't be destroyed. Zara turned the pages and stated, "That's what it said." However, this—this indicates differently. There is a method to unmake the shards, but they cannot be destroyed normally. The Ritual of Reclamation is the name given to it. Kael scowled. "What's involved in that?" Zara's face furrowed as she read the paragraph quickly. "All the shards must be brought together. They used to be a source of great strength and a component of a whole. They will revert to their initial state if they are reunited.

I could not add shadows to the list. **** A week passed. The week felt slow, painfully slow, like time had decided to crawl just to test my patience. Each day bled into the next, and I found myself trapped in a routine that was equal parts exhausting and numbing. I had been helping Vex in the lab, creating more batches of the cure, treating the infected in and out the outskirts of the territory. The work was repetitive, precise, and it kept my hands busy. But my mind was never quiet.