Shattered Dream Novels & Stories

“Why are you here? I mean, how did you get here?’ “I was coming home from the gallery when I heard you screaming. I’m surprised no one has called the cops. You could hear you all through the hallway. Did you have another one of those dreams?’ I hate to admit to her that the answer is yes because I know what she’s going to say. “Yes. I had another one of those nightmares.” “Honey, I love you, but enough is enough. If you keep going this way, you will never break free from the past. Do you want him to continue to have a hold on you?’ “Of course not,” I answer a little more harshly than I mean to as I climb out of bed, walking past her. She follows me into the kitchen, where I am getting a glas

"Same energy." Nathan shook his head and disappeared into the crowd, and Damien was left alone with his scotch and the low hum of a headache forming behind his eyes. He’d been sleeping badly. He’d been sleeping badly for three years, but lately it was worse, dreams that woke him at 3 a.m. with a name on his tongue and a weight on his chest that wouldn’t lift. Aria.

And over it all, Adrian’s voice whispered like a serpent. “This is what you fight for, isn’t it? A memory. A connection built on illusion. You think love is real here, inside a system made of lies?” Dream snarled, stepping forward. “Shut up.” Adrian turned his gaze to him, smirking. “You can’t silence the truth, Dream. You never could.” The ground fractured beneath us again. The illusion shattered, pixels breaking apart, the void bleeding back through the cracks. I fell to my knees, gasping for air that wasn’t even real. My body flickered, my hands fading in and out like static.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 3 - Tyler and Mandy **Desperate for Peace** Mandy pov I woke up screaming. Again. The nightmare had been so vivid—Marcus breaking through the window, Tyler fighting him, blood everywhere, Tyler's lifeless eyes staring at nothing while Marcus laughed and reached for me— "Mandy! Baby, I'm here. I'm right here." Tyler's hands were on my face, his voice cutting through the terror. "It was a dream. Just a dream. I'm alive. I'm safe. You're safe."

“No… no… please…” And then, the dream shattered like glass, leaving her between the world of the living and the world of spirits.

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

Some dreams are probably meant to be broken. Eva had dreamed some dreams with Rafael , but everything changed in one night due to Rafael’s deception. Perhaps now Eva will be afraid to dream again. She had poured her heart and soul into those dreams, only to have them shattered by someone she trusted. It was a painful lesson to learn.

Was it a dream? ***

The void collapsed inward, its teeth dulling, its hunger denied, and the dream exhaled. Elora collapsed to her knees, sobbing, and Micah knelt with her, arms wrapping around her shoulders in a hug that felt impossibly real as the stone beneath them cracked and faint green light threaded outward like living vines reclaiming scorched earth. The dream listened now—to her, to Micah—and the invisible barrier finally shattered like thin ice, sending a ripple through the dreamscape that felt like breath released after long suffocation. Declan stumbled through first, fear written openly across his face, composure stripped away by sheer relief; he dropped to his knees beside Elora and pulled her into