Romans & histoires Is There A Shatter Me Movie

“Considering you could not see anything.” I groaned loudly. “Do not remind me. I was one shaky step away from skating into the camera crew.” I mumbled. She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, still laughing. “I swear, if you had done that, the director would have fainted.” She said.

Now you’ve put her in danger too. Her blood turned to ice. Before she could respond, another message followed. A photo, charlotte, standing outside her dorm. Unaware.Smiling. Isabelle’s scream tore through the mansion. And somewhere deep below, Dante Marchetti prepared for a war that would not spare the innocent.

She wonders if this is how her life looks from the outside flawless surface, fractured underneath. Her mind drifts back to earlier that day. The meeting. The way Dane had refused to look at her. That same man who once traced her jaw with hands gentler than air now looked at her like she was something made of poison. She hates that it still hurts. Rae returns to the marble, strikes again, harder this time. The sound shatters the quiet. A shard chips off and falls to the floor with a dull thud. She closes her eyes, breath heavy, shoulders trembling.

Visual evidence. Of Damian. And Samantha. --- The First Shock It was on one of the large screens behind the stage, the very same screen that had moments ago displayed the company’s quarterly achievements. Now, it flickered with motion, drawing the crowd’s attention as if the universe itself had orchestrated it. Damian. Samantha. And my name, my face, my entire sense of stability—they weren’t in the frame, but somehow, I felt implicated, dragged into it regardless. Gasps rippled through the crowd. I could hear the whispers clearly now, the sharp edges of speculation slicing through the room.

"I want to redo the wedding. Would you still be my groom?" I found the sight of her tear-stained face laughable. "Have you gone mad? If you have, go see a psychiatrist, don't come here and embarrass yourself. Do you really think I wouldn't find out about all the things you did outside, you dirty wench?!"

With a small smile towards her and an annoyed sound from London, Brendan takes a deep breath. "Our last rule is that no one is allowed to have any friends outside of Crash Course Rebellion. Only aquaintances."

How jinxed could I possibly be. I reach underneath me and take off the heels and throw it to the corner, my legs feel like Jell-O. I stagger to my front and pick up a sandal. I sit on a chair by a makeup table and begin to remove the makeup off my face with a wipe. The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks so beaten and emotionally broken, I feel like a shadow of myself. When will it stop, when would all the misery end. I wish I could go back a month, when my life was still good, when I had not heard about the death of my brother or when I had not met Thelma.

“That’s better. It only works for wounds, so I can still feel the ache, but it’s not bad. Now, let’s go get breakfast. I have protection spells to put up.” We’ve just sat down for breakfast when Reagan, Meadow and Tate come walking in. “Hey, how was the sleepover?” Maeve asks. “It was good. Cayd is funny.” Tate says. “He loves those horror movies,” Meadow says. “You watched horror movies?” Maeve asks, horrified. “Nah, Angel wouldn’t let us, but we did get to watch some of the cool action movies that came out recently.” Tate says. “I’m glad you had a good time,” I tell them.

"I promised to spend the day with you. And I'm not going back on my word. "Whether he's alive or not—it doesn't affect me anymore. His existence doesn't matter to me." Lucas nodded slowly, then offered a teasing smile. "So Ms. Quinn, you're single now, and I'm single too. Think we should just settle for each other?" When I didn't answer, he laughed it off. "Kidding. Thanks for watching the movie with me." I called out to him suddenly. "If it's okay… give me a bit more time. There are still things I haven't finished."