Shatter Wowchilee Novels & Stories

I had spent eight years wishing I could go back and fix things with Sylvia, and now that I knew what had really happened, part of me did want to clear the path back to her. But it wasn't the whole truth. "I'm not doing this to get Sylvia back," I said quietly. "I'm doing this because I'm tired of living in a world where people can destroy lives and get away with it." "Even if destroying them destroys us too?" I didn't answer. She walked back to the desk and picked up her bag. "I need time to think. I'm not ready to make a decision yet." "How much time?" "I don't know. A few days. A week. However long it takes." She looked at me. "Can you give me that?"

"So I'm a doll and a prisoner. Wonderful." "You're safe and cared for. People would be grateful. Most people, anyway." Most people aren't married to you. That smile, again. The killer one. "No. They're not. And they should be grateful." Mrs. Chen returned to take away our soup bowls and serve the entree. Some kind of fish with vegetables too pretty to eat. I pushed it around my plate as Dante shoveled it down with the efficiency of someone loading up and not tasting. "Why do you dislike me?" I spurted out. The words surprised me more than him, I think.

Fearing that we might seek pleasure recklessly and invite disaster, the Elders of the Covenant decreed that the first duty of every newly adult witch is to choose a suitable partner—an alliance meant to strengthen our ties with other races. Today, we had just arrived at the sacred altar and barely had time to study the diverse males gathered before us when the girl beside me nudged my arm. "I saw your sister, Ella, on the way here. She kept running toward the Shadow Forest, and no one could stop her. Is she not joining the ceremony?" The moment she spoke, everything clicked into place. It seemed I wasn't the only one reborn. My dear sister had returned from our previous life as well. And the

Chapter Eighty Three: A Chance Encounter There was a hum of excitement in the air as Rachel and Vanessa walked towards the grand entrance of the posh gala. The tall chandeliers, visible through the tall windows, lit up the night like a beacon. Rachel's palms were sweaty as her heart ran a mile a minute while she smoothed down the silky fabric of her dress. She hadn't been to one of these things in ages, and yet here she was, the one walking into it, hoping to confront the man whose heart she'd broken.

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.

“You have been to Hell and back over last month. I don’t want you to think about it now. I need you to concentrate on getting stronger, getting well.” “Where is he?” I whisper. “I need to see him—” “Shelly, listen to me,” Todd interrupts as he brings my face to meet his. “You are traumatized. I’m here. I’m going to get you through this.” My eyes fill with tears. I feel weak. I’m confused. “Where is my love?” I whisper. “I’m here, angel,” Todd replies. “I’m right here.” He picks up my hand and kisses the back of it.

“Exactly. You’re all weak, emotional, manipulable. None of you can resist me… or each other.” The rooftop shook violently as the fragments’ energy surged, threatening to throw them all off balance. Flames licked the edges of the rooftop. The city below seemed frozen, unaware of the chaos above. 4. The Turning Point Alina gritted her teeth. “Nathan… we can’t let them fight us separately. If we focus together, we can override both of them.” Nathan nodded. “We end this now—no hesitation.” They moved as one, aligning their focus with the fragments. Energy pulsed outward like a heartbeat, synchronized with their thoughts and movements. Kael’s device faltered. Lara screamed in frustration as the e

“Arrghhhhhhhh,” I scream into my pillow as I talk to Dawn, Lala, and Bethany on a W******p group call. “What if I never see him again?” He was so... Ay. Ay. Ay... drop dead goooorrggggg... Those dirty, sinful thoughts alone soaked my panties. “Yessss! My girl is back in the game like she never left! New highlights, lips glossed, and the universe trembling!" Lala shouts.

I didn’t lose control. I was calm. Honest. Brutal. When the interview aired, it trended for two days straight. #ShatteredVows exploded online. People rallied behind me. Women shared their own stories. Victims of power, gaslighting, betrayal. For the first time in months, I felt like I wasn’t alone. That night, Noah slept soundly for the first time. And I cried quietly in the bathroom, clutching the sink, releasing every ounce of pain I’d buried.

What do you think? "The first idea is good, but I wouldn’t go with the second one. Vivian is bound to challenge me. She would employ him. She made him betray me because she is telling me I am useless, and I can’t fight against her. She also wants to tell me, she has power over my people." "That shrew, she is really serious. What can we do to bring her down?" "Well, the game has just begun. She surprised me by attacking me; I would do the same to her. I will take everything from her at a time. She would know how it feels to lose everything. She will regret offending me." He said it icily.