Novel & Cerita For The Shattered Things

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

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.

"But so do you." --- We spend days in the archives, reading everything we can find about the Mother, the Shattering, and the prophecy. The more I learn, the more complex the picture becomes. The Mother wasn't simply a benevolent deity. She was vast, multifaceted, containing contradictions that would destroy a mortal mind. She was creation and destruction, light and shadow, dream and nightmare all at once. When she shattered, those contradictions separated into the fragments we now call gods. Irethiel got wisdom and foresight. Vorrak got desire and violence. Selavane got secrets and forbidden knowledge. And so on. But they're incomplete. Diminished. Each one craves reunification, but each one

"Don't worry about it." But she was already worrying. I could see it in the way she bit her lower lip, the same thing Mom used to do before the pills made her stop caring about anything. "We're in trouble, aren't we?" Charlotte's voice was small. "Like, real trouble." I wanted to lie. God, I wanted to lie so badly. But I was tired of carrying everything alone, tired of pretending our world wasn't falling apart. "Yeah," I said. "We are." She nodded slowly, stirring sugar into her coffee. "How bad?"

About the kind of love that survives even after everything burns down. Because somehow, despite all the wreckage, I still believed in it. Hope. And for the first time in a long, long while… …it believed in me too.

Each shard mirrored the shattered fragments of my own existence, a stark representation of the pain that consumed me. I sank to my knees, the weight of my despair pressing me further into the cold embrace of the floor. The room spun around me, a kaleidoscope of shattered dreams and unfulfilled promises. How had everything become so complicated? How had I become entangled in a web of emotions that threatened to suffocate me?

He paused, watching her closely, as if weighing whether or not she'd bolt. "So I pushed you away. I told myself I was protecting you, but really, I was protecting myself. From being revealed. From being open. From letting anyone know how fucking scared I was." A breath stuck in Isla's throat. Her fingers tightened around her cup. Killian continued, his voice softer now. "I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered."

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.