Shattered Dream Sans Novels & Stories

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.

The dream played out like a surreal tapestry of anguish, each frame etching a painful image in Xander's subconscious. Chassy, refusing to yield, rallied against the vampire's onslaught. Bloodstains marred her fur, a testament to the sacrifice she endured for the pack. In the dream, Xander's silent pleas for Chassy's safety reverberated, but he remained a captive observer, unable to shield her from the onslaught.

Chapter 20 Sansa's POV The grotto overwhelmed, its earthy perfume mingling with the heavy emotions in the air. The harsh reality pressed down on me like a weight, snuffing out the hope sparked by Father Raven's brief awakening. The collision of reality and the illusion of the past jolted me back to the present, putting an end to my daydream. I gingerly reached out, my fingers twitching with a mixture of fear and excitement. I hesitantly opened my eyes, the stark contrast between the beautiful environment of my dreams and the gloomy subterranean surroundings tugging at my heart.

Like shattering glass and shooting agony pierced into her soul. 𝑶𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔.

**Chapter 80 – System Rebooting........ Full System Unlock** ** December 14, 2030 – The Edge of Waking** The dreamscape cracks like glass under too much thunder. One second I’m fourteen, dropping in endless on Velocity Park’s bowl, Remy’s hand in mine, the sky splitting violet and gold. The next—white noise. A hum in my veins like the crown is singing itself back together. Then the words appear. Not in my eyes. In my blood.

"I don't know how to do this. How to be with someone without destroying them." "Then we'll figure it out together." The dream begins to fragment around us, reality pulling us back to our separate bodies. But even as the shadows dissolve and his form becomes translucent, I feel the bond between us solidify into something stronger than before. Something that might actually survive what's coming. "Soon," he promises, his voice fading. "I swear. When the time is right." "Soon," I echo. And then I'm falling, tumbling back into darkness.

I read until the sun came up and my tears ran dry. And I understood, finally, why Dante Marchetti's eyes were so cold. He'd married the daughter of his nightmares. And now we were both trapped in a house built on lies and blood.

"I’m better than okay. I’m finished with him." But as I look toward the horizon, I know the Shattered Mirror isn't just a weave anymore. It’s a trap. And Lir just walked right into the center of it.

Years ago, she cried and told me that she felt useless and wanted to improve herself. Therefore, I spent a large amount of money hiring a personal tutor and paid to get her into a top college. Now, these acts were twisted into evidence of my supposed abuse of her. Just as I was about to close the livestream to avoid the eyesore, my phone was bombarded with messages from my assistant. [Mr. Yates, all resources for the collaborative projects between the two companies have been seized by the Sanders Group!] [Several key technical employees have also been poached by the Sanders Group. Because of this, our major projects are stalled, and our company is in chaos!]

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.