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"Don't worry about it." But she was already worrying. I could see it in the way she bit her lower lip, the same thing Mom used to do before the pills made her stop caring about anything. "We're in trouble, aren't we?" Charlotte's voice was small. "Like, real trouble." I wanted to lie. God, I wanted to lie so badly. But I was tired of carrying everything alone, tired of pretending our world wasn't falling apart. "Yeah," I said. "We are." She nodded slowly, stirring sugar into her coffee. "How bad?"

So in the end, they broke up? Diego chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, they went their separate ways a while ago. Without Evan's protection, Cecilia's life became pretty miserable. I heard she's struggling financially now, living paycheck to paycheck, and completely sidelined at the branch office." I smiled slightly, raising my glass and lightly clinking it against his. I had nothing more to add. Cecilia's ending might've been predictable, but it didn't matter to me anymore. ... My career soon began to flourish.

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

Other days, it was like she couldn't stand to be anywhere near me. "You know she's going through a lot," Candy told me one day as she sat by my bed, helping me exercise my arms. "I know you have, too... but you had a lot more warning. When you finally came back, she stayed in your room with her hopes high as a kite, just waiting for her prince to wake up so the two of you could have your fairytale ending. After all of that, just to have to give you up, she's... I'd say she's pretty damn close to shattered. I nodded, wincing as she rotated my shoulder. It was still very sensitive after I'd been shot. "I understand," I grunted. I had learned how to talk again, but it was a hell of an effort ea

Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion. ~ Present.... I sigh lightly and roll over on my stomach. Everything seems so surreal. I really made the cut. I turn on the television and immediately my face flashes across the screen. I scream in horror and scramble to a sitting position while turning up the volume. A few minutes later, I hear heavy footsteps and my bedroom door is swung open. "What is wrong with you, young lady?" My sister, Danielle questions in a no-nonsense tone. She was about to say something else but she froze, her eyes snapping to the television screen.

"We have to destroy it, Isabella. We have to destroy everything." And then, with a primal scream of frustration and fear, he brought his fist crashing down upon the screen, the sharp crack of splintering glass reverberating through the room like a gunshot. And as the screen shattered into a million glittering fragments, a sense of finality settled over me like a heavy cloak, the weight of Damien's words hanging heavy in the air as we stood amidst the wreckage of our shattered reality. "Damien!" I shouted and grabbed his face in my hands. "What is going on?!"

I should've known, how could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine? I just love building things up and then ✨shattering✨ it so my readers have a mental breakdown. It's what I live for, LMFAO! SORRY!! Anyways, y'all, hold on tight because this is only getting crazier.

The air is thick with tension as she turns back to the source of the disturbance. There, Dean stands amidst the broken fragments of a once-intact glass vase, tears streaming down his face. In his trembling hand, he clutches a shard, its jagged edges glinting ominously. The room is now charged not only with emotional turmoil but also with the palpable threat of self-harm. He points the shard toward his own arm, a desperate plea etched on his tear-stained face. It's a disturbing tableau, a moment that forces Kaitlyn to confront the depth of Dean's pain and the severity of their fractured relationship.

The walls flickered—now Damon's chamber, now the council chamber, now the cell where I first saw my blood on chains, now the garden where the flowers stopped blooming when I stopped believing. Every version of me watched me fall. “Let me back in,” she said, voice cracking into something almost pleading. “Let me in before it’s too late.” But her eyes—those endless black holes—widened, and suddenly her form began to tear. Ripping at the seams. Smoke bleeding from her mouth. Something wrong pulling her apart. “I—can’t—hold—on—” she wheezed. And then she shattered. Like glass. I screamed. And woke up to silence.

I love you. Asher ................ Fat teardrops fell on the screen one after another as she read and reread his love confession in profound disbelief. Her heart contorting painfully in her chest. I love you. Asher loved Shanice. He loved her. The weight of revelation hit Serena like a tidal wave, destroying her beyond hope. A fierce hot pain sliced through her, cutting deep into her bones. The intensity of agony she felt was almost tangible. Breathless, she clutched her wounded heart and collapsed to the floor. Her eyes never drying of tears. Just like that her world had shattered into irreparable pieces and she could only watch.