Shattered Dream Novels & Stories

It was time to move on. The Shadows convulsed and oozed towards the urn with a ravenous intensity. But before I could change my mind, they engulfed it… shattering it into 1,000 pieces. Silver and black shards exploded into the air, piercing my chest and scattering across the room like a dark, malevolent rain. I fell to my knees as my heart shattered, once again, the shards piercing my very soul. I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me.

When I looked up, the car was already speeding off, and neither Silas nor Edgar bothered to look back. The two people who'd always been there for me were gone in the end. When I finally came around, I was in the hospital. I probably wouldn't have made it if it weren't for a kind passerby who helped me out. My foggy mind cleared the second I opened my eyes. The forever I used to believe in was just a fantasy. Since they'd already broken our promise to stick together for life, I didn't need to hold on to it anymore. … During the three days I was in the hospital, Silas and Edgar sent a ton of texts and made endless calls, but I ignored every single one.

Adyant had dropped the call and with that Veda was again left alone in the world of colors and darkness. Veda stood frozen, her phone still pressed to her ear. The woman's voice haunted her. "Adyant, baby...". Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. The echoes of her broken heart lingered in the darkest of the night as moon faded away in the veil of clouds, leaving only whispers of ruin and a tale of shattered heart behind. She felt cheap. Used. A mere convenience for Adyant. The art studio, once her sanctuary, now seemed suffocating and dark.

But now, that dream had been shattered, replaced by a nightmare that she couldn’t escape. Elara shook her head, her tears blurring her vision as she struggled to breathe. “I can’t do it,” she whispered, her voice filled with desperation. “I can’t kill our baby.” Adrian’s expression remained cold, distant. “You have to,” he said quietly. “It’s the only way.” Elara felt her heart shatter completely, the pain of his words too much to bear. She couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe that the man she had fallen in love with was asking her to do something so unthinkable.

"Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield, I'm sorry! I love Michelle with all my heart! I really hope that she can come back to me! I'm willing to exchange my life for hers! "What's the use of having a third-class merit? I just want Michelle to be back!"

For all the times we pretended to be okay, just to keep going. And deep inside, I heard his voice again: "Whatever you set your mind to, you’ll achieve it.” So I wiped my face, straightened my hoodie, and walked out of the hospital. Even though I was still hurting and still scared. But at the same time, I was ready to fight for every single dream I had.

The cop replied with a hint of mockery in his voice. The tubes in my arm trembled with the ferocity of my shaking. Anger and grief fought within me, both as sharp as the other. My voice lost. My face ruined. My freedom stolen from me. And the one man who should have been standing beside me had been the one who set me up. I lay there, restrained to the bed, the sound of his betrayal ringing clearer than any tune I ever composed. My world hadn't fallen apart. It had been burned to ashes.

Standing in the wind, he looked disheveled and broken, as if he'd aged a decade overnight. Meanwhile, in the Shaw Mansion, Kimberly was happily tending to the flowers that Elmer had meticulously cultivated.

The world seems to shrink, suffused with the melancholy of his heartbreak. Undeterred, he decides to confront the looming shadows within the yacht – a metaphorical journey into the ruins of his shattered dreams. With each step towards the vessel, the weight of his emotions intensifies, creating a palpable tension in the air. The creaking sounds beneath his feet echo the breaking of not only his heart but the very fabric of his envisioned future. As he approaches the yacht's entrance, a gust of wind carries the faint scent of memories that once promised happiness. Shane takes a deep, audible breath, steeling himself from the impending confrontation with the rel

The cement opened and light flooded in, blinding me momentarily. I placed my hands distantly from my face, trying to block out the light but still see what is happening. A couple of silhouettes blocked some light from view, getting bigger and bigger as they closed in on me. Oh my gosh, please no! I mentally screamed. That was something else dreadfully wrong with dreaming the future. You knew when you were going to die. And my time was now. Big, beefy hands enveloped my arms and yanked me up, dragging me to the door. I pushed myself to fight, to do something, but my numb feet only scraped the ground with defeat.