Shattered Dream Sans の小説・ストーリー

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

I told him everything: the holding company, the chemist, the payment just before Cassian showed up, the pointed questions in the hallway. He went very still. “He stood in this house, shook my hand while I was dying, and asked how he could help.” “I know.” “And the whole time.” “I know, Damien.” He stared out the window, forcing calm. “How many signatures?” “Five,” I said. “Who’s left?” I named them. He didn’t blink—just shifted, a quiet decision. “Alpha Korr,” he said. “We trained together before we held rank. He owes me—never had a chance to pay it back.” Damien reached for the phone, hand shaking a bit, still worn out from the night. “Help me sit up. I’m calling him directly.”

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

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.

“Enough to know you don’t have any.” I clenched my jaw, but he wasn’t wrong. My life wasn’t mine. It belonged to my stepmother, to the men who paid for my time, to a world that had no mercy for the weak. “Who are you?” I finally asked. He smiled, slow and knowing. “Call me Damien.” Damien. The name curled in my mind like smoke, thick and inescapable. “And what do you want from me?” He tilted his head. “I want to offer you something better. A way out.”

"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!"

“Sophia, there's no house without issue, there's no perfect family, we just need courage to overcome the challenges and pass through the phase, stop overreacting” Sophia's tears continued to fall, her voice trembling with a mix of sorrow and anger. “I thought I could trust James. I thought we had something real. But now, looking back, I see that everything was built on lies and betrayal. It’s about the fact that he took everything I believed in and tore it apart.”

I scream. The shard comes free. The spire collapses.

"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.

Ronin and Sia got to relax. Ronin released Sia from his tight grip and they got a little separated but still holding each other’s hand. Sia said to Ronin, “I have to tell you something.” Ronin asked her, “What?” “I had a dream today and there was someone in my dreamland telling me to read the book but I didn't hear the name of the book because I woke up from the sleep and my dream got broken up.” “Really? you have this dream?” Ronin asked Sia with a shocked