Novel & Cerita For The Shattered Things

The edge we'd leaned over hadn't simply broken; it had ruptured, and I was left crouched in the wreckage, with the taste of shattering on my tongue and want and the cold bitter tears of the ash and mine, aware that the destroying plummet was yet to come. The taste of shattering was all I had.

He picked up his phone and hurled it at the wall so hard the screen shattered completely. Then he stood there in the wreckage, broken glass, broken mirror, broken phone , chest heaving, hands shaking. Then something shifted in his eyes. Not anger anymore. Something worse. He looked down at the broken mirror pieces scattered across the floor. Picked up one jagged shard slowly. Turned it over in his hand. The edge caught the light. He pressed it against his wrist. Not deep. Just enough to feel something real in a moment where everything else felt like it was dissolving.

Because under the anger, under the confusion, under the pride of a man who’d just been outmaneuvered in his own building, there was something else. Want. The elevator doors closed, and Seraphina let out a breath she’d been holding for three years. Her hands were shaking. She pressed them flat against her thighs and stared at her reflection in the polished steel doors—this new face, this new woman, this beautiful, terrible creature she’d built from the wreckage of the girl she used to be, and she whispered to the reflection: "Don’t you dare feel anything for him." But her heart wasn’t listening.

A crack in the wall I had built around my heart. Maybe one day that crack would grow into something bigger. But today, it was just a crack.

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

The glass shattered with a violent crack, splintering outward like a spider’s web unraveling in an instant. As the shards began to fall, Arah thrust out her hand instinctively, summoning the air to catch them mid-descent and not hit her. The pieces froze in place, spinning and turning like sharp, jagged stars caught in an invisible current. Some shards trembled, reflecting fractured images of the dimly lit room in their mirrored surfaces. The soft hum of her magic filled the silence as she held them steady for a moment. Then she let out a sharp breath and released the suspended shards. They clinked against the tiled floor, scattering in a jagged sea around her feet.

The thought shattered me to pieces. . . . To be continued...

"What's wrong with my face? Am I not beautiful enough?" Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the shattered remnants of a life once filled with love and laughter. The shattered glass and twisted metal served as cruel reminders of the wreckage left behind by a love that had soured. The room, once a sanctuary, now mirrored the chaos and devastation that consumed her soul. Her voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Look at this room! Look at what you've done to me!" she shouted, her voice carrying the weight of her shattered dreams. "How could you do this to me, Kendrick? How could you choose her over me?"

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

Lies and deceit. I storm over to the table and slam my fists down on it causing it to split in two. My anger still not satisfied, I take the two broken halves and hurl them through the glass window. The two broken pieces fly off into the distance never to be seen again as the glass wall that makes up the front of my home shatters into pieces in front of me. How apt. A perfect depiction of my life right now. Another stupid mistake and now everything is shattering and falling to pieces around me. Again.