Shattered Dream Novels & Stories

It dares me to sit. I step past it. The dream shakes. The walls crack. I keep walking. It throws things in my path—voices, screams, broken glass, fire, mirrors that show me twisted. Alone. Ruined. But I don’t stop. I whisper their names like a prayer. “Noor. Marcy. Elise. Caroline. Lena. Isobelle. Talia.” And finally, softly— “Asher.” Light flickers. The world rips. And I fall. ***

“Anytime, Miss.” As I navigated the rubble of shattered dreams and the looming threat of my father's empire, the possibility of survival flickered in the distance. Betrayed and broken, I faced a future I never imagined—a journey through deceit, ambition, and a relentless quest for justice amidst the ruins of what was once my perfect life. *** The hospital corridors echoed with the weight of my shattered world. Every step felt like a march through a battlefield full of broken promises and unanswered questions. My father lay unconscious, his life hanging in the balance, while Ben and Jane's betrayal ate away at my soul.

“I didn’t ask to be an anchor.” “No one ever does,” Sophia whispered. “But someone has to hold the dream to the ground.” --- The Shared Dream — A Fracture Within the global dreamscape, a ripple of discord spread. Where once the world shimmered with unity, shadows began to gather. Fear, doubt, grief — all the quiet ghosts humanity carried — bled into the resonance. The dream began to waver, edges fraying like fabric under strain. Sophia felt it first — a sharp, discordant pull. Across the void, she saw fragments of nightmare taking form: crumbling cities, firestorms, faces twisted in anger. Human imagination had turned on itself.

"I'll call you tomorrow. We'll work out the details of the agreement." I drove home feeling lighter than I had in weeks. The anger was still there, the hurt was still there, but now there was something else too....hope. Not hope that everything would be perfect, but hope that maybe, just maybe, we could all find a way to move forward without destroying each other in the process. And for now, that was enough.

First I lost my mom and then my brother and now my freedom. There was another turbulence and this time I hit my head so hard and passed out. A splash of water jolts me up, I look around and notice there are over a hundred girls inside the container with me. Another splash of water and I turn around, facing the source, it’s a man, with a scar on his face. The container doors have been opened, so light is making its way in. I look beside me and notice a girl still sleeping, I try to wake her and notice her body is as cold as ice, I shake her again and notice she might have bled out, there is a cut in her head and her hair was soaked in her blood.

My cloud was broken when a strong, smooth voice commanded, "Stop!" My eyes flit open and my heart stutters. My God, did I mess up? London stares at the both of us, an unreadable expression on his face. I messed up, didn't I? "What's the matter?" Jackie sasses, a brow raised in his direction. "I don't need to hear anymore," he replied with a shrug, "You both made the cut." "That means?" I ask unsurely, narrowing my eyes. It means you're both in," he answered with a small smile, "Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion."

"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.

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.

"In your dreams! Why would I torture myself like that? Am I a masochist? Also, how dare you ask me for help after everything you did? Who do you think you are? I hope spending some time in prison will clear your mind. Goodbye!" My unrelenting attitude shattered any hope she still had. "Leslie, you can't treat me like this! "After all these years together, can't you help me just once? "So all the kindness you showed me was fake, huh? I'm going to expose you and ruin your reputation!" I rolled my eyes. Amidst her cries, I went back to my room to pack my things. I would be getting married soon. It was time to move into the new house and get accustomed to it.

Given his crimes and the fact that he had lost everything, along with the coldness I could not quite hide, it was inevitable that he would be taught a harsh lesson by someone: what it felt like when everyone turns against you. Throughout his lengthy prison term, he would be haunted by the taste of betrayal by his lover and the cunning traps set by his rivals. Everything has settled then. Standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the capital company's headquarters, I gaze down at the vibrant city below. Ruby used to be my everything. I would have sacrificed so much for her. However, I see that it was just a prison of my own making. Seven years of marriage was nothing but an elaborate dream.