Movies Like Shattered Novels & Stories

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

Her husband had imprisoned her and now, they have been conquered and they would either be killed or become slaves for the rest of their lives. "Aren't you going to ask me about your friend?"Fred teased. He said provoking words at her and made her know he was in charge there. "No matter what you do, I have defeated you once and if I get the chance, I will do it again" Lukas thundered. His arrogancy and ego wouldn't let him be silent. He was struggling and shaking violently to see if the chains would be broken but didn't. Fred Wilson poured himself another glass of liquor and sipped down. "Do you call that a defeat when the one you defeated is still alive?

I watched as it hot the wall and shattered into pieces, kind of like my heart. I watched as it hot the wall and shattered into pieces, kind of like my heart.

The glass in my hand slips and falls,the shattering sound echoing in my mind like a horror movie. Videos of me and Logan and with Marcus slide,one after the other, every new one uglier than the last.

The impact shatters the glass, sending shards flying in all directions. The room falls into stunned silence as I retrieve the divorce papers from the floor, my eyes locked on the lawyer. He swallows hard, unable to meet my gaze. The shattered glass, like my broken marriage, lies in ruins at my feet, a stark and painful reminder of the chaos that has consumed my life. I pivot to face Michael, who stands there with an emotionless mask. With a mixture of anger, frustration, and profound sadness, I take the divorce papers in my left hand and forcefully toss them at him. The papers land on his chest, scattering slightly before falling to the floor.

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.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

Lillian followed suit, clutching her clothes to her chest, her face a mask of shame. I slid down the wall, my legs giving out beneath me. The tears came harder now, great, heaving sobs that wracked my body. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold the pieces together, but it was no use. I was shattered, broken in a way I didn’t think was possible.

She needed to reach him, to break through the bond. She pushed harder, forcing herself deeper into the connection. The world around her wavered, her vision sharpening for just a second. The icy wind stung her skin, the scent of pine and blood filling her nose. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything **shattered**. She gasped, her body jerking violently as she was thrown back into reality. “Rose!” Judy grabbed her shoulders, shaking her lightly. “What happened? Are you okay?” Rose’s breath came in ragged pants, her fingers trembling as she pressed them against her temple. “I saw him,” she whispered. “He’s not okay.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, I lost. The flower arrangements were freaking perfect, the kind I would've used and that bitch, Ella, just stepped in and steal all the accolades— accolades that should've been mine. I felt maddened with rage, as I walked over to one of the vases pushing it so it would fall to the ground and shatter. And hell yeah, it did fall. The glass shattered, it's clink a soothing melody to my ears. I walked out of the scene, everything blurring into one of those slow motion edits, where the villain was about to let out all of his/her rage.