Shatter Wowchilee Novels & Stories

"I want to redo the wedding. Would you still be my groom?" I found the sight of her tear-stained face laughable. "Have you gone mad? If you have, go see a psychiatrist, don't come here and embarrass yourself. Do you really think I wouldn't find out about all the things you did outside, you dirty wench?!"

"So I took my thread to an Alpha who knew how to build a fire." With one swift, violent tug, I rip the velvet shroud away. The Shattered Mirror is revealed. The hall goes dead, terrifyingly silent. For three whole seconds, nobody breathes. The masterpiece with the silver-ink threads, charged with the blood from my own palm, catches the ambient light of the spotlights and projects it outward. But it doesn't project a simple pattern. The weave begins to shift, casting a massive, glowing holographic illusion into the air above the pavilion.

“The laboratory has fallen. Your people are safe.” However, a metallic creak coming from the central well interrupted our intimate moment. From between the shadows of the broken tar pipes, the silhouette of Chloe emerged limping, covered in ash and holding the control device that Hunter had left forgotten in the medical corridor. Her eyes were bloodshot, consumed by sickening envy at seeing us united.

" I shot up so fast I nearly fell off the bed. The last time I had her herbal tea, I swore I could taste suffering itself. Trevor leaned in, whispering to Greg, "The evil pot is about to hit the stove." Greg nodded solemnly. "Yep. The wicked witch of the east has returned." Before either of them could snicker any further. SMACK! Ella whacked them both on the head with expert precision. They yelped, their foreheads colliding with a dull thud. "Idiots," she muttered, crossing her arms. "How long have you two been back? And you only show up now?" Trevor and Greg held their ears like scolded schoolboys. "We're sorry." they mumbled in unison.

"I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered." Isla didn't know what to say. Her rage had been such a faithful companion. Letting it go now was like skydiving without a parachute. "And what of Vivienne?" she asked, not wincing when she spoke the name. "You were betrothed to her while leaving me notes under my door." Killian let out a slow breath, the guilt weighing his shoulders down.

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

They were gathered together, whispering and gesturing at me. It turned out that Julie had started a livestream where she was trashing me. "I'd like everyone to know that Queenie York, my so-called best friend, has gone off the rails. She actually went so far as to drug Mr. Greene in order to get together with him. She managed to get pregnant and gave birth to the child, and in return, Mr. Greene had agreed to pay her 60 million dollars.

"Make her swallow this. It'll sap her strength and make her cooperate." Lillian stared at the pill in horror, scrambling back. Suddenly, Elton's voice cut through. "Jill, are you there?" Lillian thrashed, muffled cries escaping the rag, hoping to draw him over. The hooligan panicked, shoving the rag deeper in a hurry. Elton caught the noise and started toward them. "Jill, is that you?" "Shit, he found us," groaned the hooligan. "Damn it," Jill cursed under her breath. "I forgot the tracker on my phone."

A burning flame of tornado was coming towards me. Chloe remove the invisible shield .She lifted both her hands in the air ,a blast of water came out of my hand like a power house pipe. The burning tornado started pulling the neighbouring tree towards itself. With each thing it pulled inside its size increased. My water magic collided with the fire and wind ,together it was changing into stone ,it was like molten lava was freezing ,it turned into statue and the pressure of the water broke the tornado into stone pieces .

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.