Shatter Wowchilee Novels & Stories

When Chase, Willow, and the others walked past the Ginderca fruit tree, Shale should have already been aware that they were a group. He should seek revenge by attacking Willow, Walter, and Lisa, who were all on Chase's side. Willow? Chase suddenly thought of something. He raised his head to look at Willow. Just as he thought, a small piece of Shale's gooey body quickly lunged at Willow. He was targeting those from the nether realm. He wanted the dark energy in them! Chase immediately realized the crux of this. "Appear!" Chase used the Inner Lion mark once more. This time, he aimed it at Willow.

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

I noted. Lila froze. Her eyes went wide, the shock of being called out visible in the way her pupils dilated. For a heartbeat, she didn't know which version of herself to be. But then, the "Content Creator" in her took over. Within seconds, she switched gears entirely. She didn't just cry—she broke down in tears. It was a full-scale performance. Tears flooded her eyes, and she let out a jagged, heartbroken sob. She threw herself toward Victor, burying her face against his shoulder and clutching his shirt like he was her only lifeline in a storm.

The crowd went completely silent, all eyes turning toward us. Damian raised his glass, his voice booming through the heavy silence. "People of the Black Star Pack, and honored guests! Tonight, we celebrate our warriors' bravery. But more importantly, I present to you the woman who fought by my side, the woman who will rule by my side. Meet your new Luna, Aisha!" The room erupted into loud cheers and applause. I forced a polite smile onto my face, waving to the crowd. But as my eyes scanned the sea of faces in the front row, my heart suddenly stopped beating.

[This chapter contains mature content‼️, please skip if you are uncomfortable reading it.] Lucas Hayes pushed her towards his bedroom with so much urgency. He pushed her towards the wall as his hands grabbed her boobs. He was too rough in his actions. Elaina Moore was mourning loudly from the pleasure she was receiving. He pushed her on the big bed and then tore her dress into shreds.

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.

Chul's gaze lingered on the bracelet, a symbol of their fleeting connection, as he grappled with the complex emotions stirred within him. * The wall transformed into a door, flying open with a sudden force as Luna Chole of the frontal pack stormed into the room. Her anger radiated off her as she approached Lilith, who was in the midst of arranging her belongings with the help of a maid. In a swift motion, Luna Chole landed a resounding slap on Lilith's face, causing her to stumble and fall onto the table. Holding her face in pain, Lilith turned her gaze towards her mother, her expression filled with both hurt and confusion.

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

She was a hollow shell of a person who was losing herself everyday. She was a broken doll just like her fractured marriage and destroyed destiny. ━━━━━━━━━━ So how was the first chapter you all?

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