Novel & Cerita Shattered Dreams Novel

And throughout it all, the shards called to her with desperate urgency, each one a fragment of broken promise crying out for recognition and reunification. In the dream, she could see them scattered across impossible vast lands… some buried deep in earth, others suspended in void, a few clutched in hands both living and dead. Each shard pulsed with its own unique frequency, and together they formed a symphony of longing that pulled at something fundamental in Aria's consciousness. They wanted to be whole again, wanted to return to the unified state they had occupied before betrayal shattered divine promise into uncountable pieces.

He used me as an unpaid maid, a convenient social prop, and a punching bag for his fragile ego. So why did I feel like a criminal for craving Julian’s touch? Why did I feel a dirty, burning shame coiled tight in my gut simply because my heart leaped into my throat every time Julian’s name appeared on my phone screen? I hugged my arms tightly around my bare ribcage, my nails digging into my own flesh until the skin turned white. I was falling down a steep, treacherous cliff, and there was nothing to catch me. Julian Thorne was a dangerous, incomprehensible force—a man who lived in a world of high-stakes corporate warfare, private jets, and ruthless power. I was an unemployed mother with a hun

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

With a heavy heart and defeated spirit, Jay whispers to himself, "Love has brought me to my knees, leaving me broken and lost in the wreckage of shattered dreams." THE END

Every chapter, every word, was part of my own catharsis, and it is with a full heart that I share this with you today. This will be the last book in the Dreams series. The journey of Shadrach, Wynter, and the others has come to its beautiful conclusion, and I have no intentions of returning to continue their story. As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings.

I clutched at my chest, desperately trying to hold the shattered pieces of my heart together. Every tear that fell carried with it a fragment of my broken dreams, a piece of the love that had once blossomed inside me. I cried not only for the betrayal I had witnessed, but also for the loss of the future I had imagined with Lucian. All the hopes and dreams I had held close were now crumbling before my eyes.

“I didn’t ask to be an anchor.” “No one ever does,” Sophia whispered. “But someone has to hold the dream to the ground.” --- The Shared Dream — A Fracture Within the global dreamscape, a ripple of discord spread. Where once the world shimmered with unity, shadows began to gather. Fear, doubt, grief — all the quiet ghosts humanity carried — bled into the resonance. The dream began to waver, edges fraying like fabric under strain. Sophia felt it first — a sharp, discordant pull. Across the void, she saw fragments of nightmare taking form: crumbling cities, firestorms, faces twisted in anger. Human imagination had turned on itself.

“Anytime, Miss.” As I navigated the rubble of shattered dreams and the looming threat of my father's empire, the possibility of survival flickered in the distance. Betrayed and broken, I faced a future I never imagined—a journey through deceit, ambition, and a relentless quest for justice amidst the ruins of what was once my perfect life. *** The hospital corridors echoed with the weight of my shattered world. Every step felt like a march through a battlefield full of broken promises and unanswered questions. My father lay unconscious, his life hanging in the balance, while Ben and Jane's betrayal ate away at my soul.

The memoir she once swore she’d never write. Each keystroke was a heartbeat. Each sentence, a reclaiming. They said silence was survival. But silence was the weapon that killed me the slowest. Hours passed. The rain outside turned to a downpour, tapping against the glass like impatient fingers. But she kept writing. By the time dawn touched the horizon, Alina had twenty pages. Pages that bled truth, grief, strength — and hope. She saved the file, titled it “Shattered Promises — Draft 1.”

And in the wind, I heard a voice, my son’s laugh, faint and distant. Waiting. I dreamed in pieces, not like before when dreams were just echoes of memory, soft and unfinished. No, these were jagged. Shattered. Flashing too fast to hold onto. Like someone had taken my soul and smashed it on a stone floor, and now I was crawling across the shards trying to put it all back together. A hallway, a child’s hand in mine, a golden room, a scream maybe mine. And always the Rift, pulsing like a heartbeat I couldn’t shut out.