Shattered Dreams Novel Novels & Stories

She was a hollow shell of a person who was losing herself everyday. She was a broken doll just like her fractured marriage and destroyed destiny. ━━━━━━━━━━ So how was the first chapter you all?

I wanted to be your partner, not your project. He turned the page. You made me feel beautiful and broken at the same time. And that contradiction lived in me like wildfire." Page after page, her voice bleed through. Raw. Honest. Forgiving in some places. Devastating in others. By the time she was finished, Killian was holding the book with white knuckles. If you ever find your way back to me, I won't make it easy. Because love shouldn't be easy. But if you're still willing to fight. then maybe we have a chance."

Was the reason I came into this world to feel pain and nothing else? I reached out to my pillow and stared at the title of the book. Tell Me Your Dreams… Dreams? I dreamt that I was mated to someone who would save me. There was no point in holding on to Chad. Apparently, he didn’t want me because I was a traitor’s daughter. Oh, and I wished that I wasn’t the traitor’s daughter. Was that too much to ask?

The confidence in his voice was the initial spark of hope I had experienced in ages, yet hope can be a perilous thing. Pain flooded my body as I was thrown onto the bed, my limbs too weak to resist, my mind too shattered to feel concern. The mattress barely softened the impact, and I let out a fractured groan, curling up as fresh waves of pain washed over me. Tears welled in my eyes, warm and relentless, blurring my vision as I thought of Elio. Elio, who had been many things—impulsive, obstinate, maddeningly charismatic—but not this. Not a soulless corpse abandoned to fate. He didn’t deserve to die in such a manner.

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.

They yearned for the day when their paths would converge once more, when they could confront their pain together and find a way to mend their shattered hearts. But for now, they were left with the remnants of their shattered dreams, navigating the treacherous waters of their individual struggles. Fragile beings in a fragile world, they carried their burdens, hoping that one day, they would find the strength to rebuild what had been lost and rediscover the love that had once burned so brightly between them. ‌

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

She had sacrificed their love on the altar of her own misguided nobility, and now they were both suffering for it. The city lights outside seemed to shimmer, a million broken fragments of a shattered dream. The chapter of Villareal Holdings was over. The chapter of Damian and Isabelle had just come to a heartbreaking, premature end. But somewhere, a ghost from the past was waiting, ready to pick up the pieces and reclaim her place in the story. And Isabelle, alone in her apartment, was left to wonder if she had done the right thing, or if she had just lost the one thing that truly mattered. The chapter was over, but the pain was just beginning.

It was as if the world had stopped, and at that moment, I realized that my dreams had been shattered. 'Charles, Are you okay?' Roger asked, showing his fake concern. I clenched my fist and forced a weak smile, not wanting to show any vulnerability. 'Yes, just a little astonished seeing Ruth finally finding her mate.' I replied, my voice wavering slightly. Deep down, I knew that I couldn't trust anyone in that room anymore. 'Yes, I finally found my mate.' I heard Ruth say as she looked at her new partner with adoring eyes. The room erupted in applause and congratulations, but all I could hear was the sound of my shattered dreams echoing in my ears.