Shattered Dream Sans Novels & Stories

"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 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

he explained trying to reassure me. “No!” I snapped at him then sat back, “You don't get it. I have been having the same fucking dream for months now, and each time I have it, more stuff happens. It's becoming clearer every time,” I said as tears continued to run down my face. Tristan raised his hand up to wipe away my tears, but I slapped it away. I wanted to finish telling him about my dream. “The guy you were fighting with had jet black eyes with a red glow. He killed you, then told me I will be his. I tried to kick his ass, but he vanished into thin air before I could get to him.”

Or maybe I just wasn’t ready for it. Sleep wasn’t something I trusted anymore. But exhaustion didn’t ask for permission. It pulled me under anyway. And this time— The dream came faster. Stronger. Clearer. — The cliff. The wind. The sky stretched endlessly above me. I was standing there again. The same place. The same moment. The six men stood before me. Damien. Ethan. Shay. Kai. Lucian. Julian. But something was wrong. I felt it instantly.

The white cloth wrapped around it still held stains of blood. “So that was never a dream…” “Apparently it’s not.” Shiera touched Sasha’s forehead, her hand warm and gentle. “Luckily, the female Shadow Rose Wolf managed to bring you here in time. She found you bloody on your bed in your apartment. She found this,” she jerked her chin to the table beside her, where the black shard of that vase had been broken into tiny more pieces. “I was dreaming,” Sasha swallowed, her voice rasped. “I think…I think I hurt my own self while I was dreaming.”