Movies Like Shattered Novels & Stories

That fragile, shattered look— The quiet surrender— It would move almost any man.

The Shattered Crown The impact felt as though the earth was splitting open. The luxurious glass villa perched atop the Maldivian cliffs exploded from its very foundations, sending shards of crystal and concrete flying into the air like a deadly meteor shower. Black smoke billowed thickly, obscuring the once peaceful ocean view. "LIORA!" Mavric Thorne roared, his voice hoarse from dust and rage. He was thrown onto the balcony floor, which was now tilted sharply toward the abyss.

Just a girl. Shattered.

“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.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 3 - Tyler and Mandy Tyler pov Facing Justice We'd been watching a movie—some romantic comedy Mandy had picked that I couldn't follow because I was too focused on the way she'd finally relaxed against me on the couch, her head resting on my shoulder, her breathing steady and calm. Progress. Real progress after five days of living together. Five days of watching her jump at shadows. Five days of hearing her wake from nightmares she wouldn't talk about. Five days of carefully rebuilding trust that had been shattered long before Cassandra ever touched her.

I nodded to Nathan and we both got out of the car slowly, not really sure if we wanted to go in. I stepped over the threshold of the place I called home for the past few months. The once spotless foyer laid out destroyed in front of my eyes. The pristine tile was crumbling under the once majestic chandelier that gravity helped explode on the shining surface. Glass littered the ground that wasn't occupied from other debris. The dark pattern of a wolf and moon was almost indistinguishable by now.

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.

The pillar’s surface began to crack. Not shatter. Not yet. Hairline fractures spidered out from where my hand touched, racing up and down its length. Light leaked through them in thin, white‑hot streams. Around us, consoles blew in showers of sparks. Screens shattered one by one, their glass fronts exploding outward like they’d been hit from behind. Shards hung in the air for a second, then dissolved into code‑snow—tiny symbols burning as they fell.

I shook my head and took a deep breath while rubbing my chest. "Relax, Monika... Ryan loves you and nothing can separate you from him. Relax." I muttered and poured water into a glass from a jug. My hands were shivering. After drinking water, I extended my hand to keep it on the table, but it slipped from my hand. I closed my eyes when the loud smashing sound of glass hit my eardrums. It was like it was replicating my situation. I'm just shattered like that broken glass and everything is falling apart from my hand. Maybe I have moved on with Ryan, but past trauma still haunts me and is snatching my happiness. There is a fear in my heart that the house I built with Ryan is made of glass, whic