Shattered Fate Novels & Stories

He can’t even find a shoulder when he’s shattered, when he’s mourning. “I’m sorry," I said again, fighting back my tears… He frowns harder. “What the hell are you sorry for?” “For not seeing any of this before today.” I point at the bottles, at the frame, at him, but my hand feels slow, like it’s moving through water. “You look like complete shit, Steve. Not the normal tough-guy look you always have when you’re trying to scare people or fuck me. The real broken kind of shit.

The cop replied with a hint of mockery in his voice. The tubes in my arm trembled with the ferocity of my shaking. Anger and grief fought within me, both as sharp as the other. My voice lost. My face ruined. My freedom stolen from me. And the one man who should have been standing beside me had been the one who set me up. I lay there, restrained to the bed, the sound of his betrayal ringing clearer than any tune I ever composed. My world hadn't fallen apart. It had been burned to ashes.

Lucas shouted, his voice breaking through the confusion and chaos. But it was too late. The binding had failed. The altar cracked open completely, and from the shattered stone poured a wave of shadow, washing over Clara and the others. It was as though the very fabric of the world was tearing, and everything they had fought for was unraveling in an instant.

"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.

I stared at the file, a war between fury and fatigue rising in me. “She didn’t just steal my husband. She stole my peace.” Lucas nodded. “Then take it back.” That night, I sat on my balcony, stars scattered across the sky like secrets. Sophie Lane had disappeared. But not for long. This wasn’t about revenge anymore. It was about closure. About justice. About ensuring no one else got hurt the way I did. Because in the end, Shattered Vows wasn’t just the title of my story. It was a warning.

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.

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?

She cried for the dreams that had been shattered, for the illusions that had been torn away, leaving her with nothing but a hollow emptiness. When the tears finally subsided, Elara was left with a heavy sense of resignation. She had to face the truth—Cassia was right. She would never truly be part of the family, no matter how hard she tried. She would always be an outsider, someone who didn’t quite fit.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

He should have left her to die in the hands of Damien for her soul to be taken ,rather than let her suffer this humiliation. Fine. If he wasn’t going to reject her now, she would give him a piece of her mind, she wasn't going to be letting she and her wolf betrayed, hurt and whatever. moreover how is she mated to callan, Damien was yet to actually reject her but the mate bond had suddenly broken the moment she was betrayed, everything is so weird. Taking a deep breath, Hazel stormed toward them. it's now or never, she can't keep running and hiding, this time she's going to say her mind