Movies Like Shattered Novels & Stories

kapoor, you didn't get me I guess, I just need your help in helping me keep the two projects that I already have," She looked into his eyes, holding up to the shattered pieces of pride left within her Just like a crushed glass cannot be put together, so can a fractured pride not be put together All Hearts!!

Shattered. I, my whole life, was shattered. I could see the little ball of happiness I had managed to build around me the past few months, smash to the ground, shattering into pieces. It was only five seconds - the longest five seconds of my life. One look into Hayden’s eyes proved that I really was a fool. I had no idea who this man standing before me was. Nina’s hysterical laugh snapped me out of my daze and I staggered back, clutching my chest.

He sank onto the floor, staring at the broken chair pieces. “Fuck!” he muttered under his breath. Every piece of wood on the ground reminded him of how his trust had been shattered. In that moment, he felt as if his whole life was splintered like the chair. Outside, the sound of a car approaching made him sit up. He went to the window and pulled the curtain aside just a little, careful not to be seen. In the parking lot, he could make out Dante’s figure alongside two others. Rico, who always tried to be strong, looked barely able to stand, while Gio and Leo carried their own marks of injury. Their faces were tired and pained.

When I looked up, the car was already speeding off, and neither Silas nor Edgar bothered to look back. The two people who'd always been there for me were gone in the end. When I finally came around, I was in the hospital. I probably wouldn't have made it if it weren't for a kind passerby who helped me out. My foggy mind cleared the second I opened my eyes. The forever I used to believe in was just a fantasy. Since they'd already broken our promise to stick together for life, I didn't need to hold on to it anymore. … During the three days I was in the hospital, Silas and Edgar sent a ton of texts and made endless calls, but I ignored every single one.

Liam stood nearby, silent, unreadable. "Come," Ella said softly, guiding me to the couch. "I'm sorry. Was I shouting too much?" I tried to smile, to ease her guilt. But it came out twisted, hollow. "It wasn't your shouting," I said, my voice weak. "It was the glass. When it shattered, it... brought something back." "Oh, dear." Her hand closed gently over mine, trying to steady the tremble. "Here," Liam said quietly, offering me a glass of water. I stared at him for a moment, surprised. Then I took it. The cold water slid down my throat and seemed to calm the storm in me, at least for now.

“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.

Mint… and alcohol. That’s when the mental flood hit: my job, the fake marriage, his family, my family, Ibantos, the news, the blood, the dinner, the— “Charlotte, I love you so much.” And just like that, the moment shattered. If my situation wasn't a wake-up call, then his words absolutely did the job.

Why? At that moment, I realized that my world had shattered. The trust I had placed in Peter had been shattered, leaving behind a hollow void. And as I drank in sorrow, it began to feel like I had no hope for myself. It felt like all plans I had for myself had just been shattered. The sedatives I took earlier seeped in, and I slowly shut my eyes, sinking into unconsciousness.

I put on the shirt that drowns me and a pair of shorts to go underneath. Running to the bathroom I brush my teeth and remove all my makeup, pulling my hair on top my head. Now the mask is gone, I can see me, its been so long since I recognized the girl in the mirror. I know she can’t stay long so I take a moments to memorize how she looks. I haven’t cried since the accident, not a single tear has fallen. I used to spend hours looking in the mirror willing a tear to fall. There’s are broken bathroom mirror’s downstairs that my fist went through one night when I concluded that it was never going to happen. I really should replace it but I can’t bring myself to.

She cried for the dreams that had been shattered, for the illusions that had been torn away, leaving her with nothing but a hollow emptiness. When the tears finally subsided, Elara was left with a heavy sense of resignation. She had to face the truth—Cassia was right. She would never truly be part of the family, no matter how hard she tried. She would always be an outsider, someone who didn’t quite fit.