Shattered Girl Novels & Stories

I described the way the shadow spoke to the girl and the way he tried to take everything away from her until she felt like she was made of nothing but air. "The girl was hurt in ways that no one could see," I wrote in the middle of the page. "She lost something very precious to her and she felt like she was the one who had committed a crime. She looked at her scars and she thought they were a map of her failures instead of a map of her survival."

Bass' voice boomed from outside the room, he was definitely standing on the other side of them mirror, and he was cut off by Hayes who did us a favour. "Shut up, Bass. We've known her for years. Girl practically lives here." Hayes scoffed while flipping Bass off through the glass. "Just... what do I even say to you out of all people... don't die." He smiled before we exchanged our last goodbyes and he strolled out of the room. Welp. There goes the only trusty male figure I have close to me. "Hi, sweetheart. You must be Valentina. I'm Sierra Charles! It's nice to meet yo-" the lady began with a bubbly grin while reaching out to shake my hand but she quickly took it back when she saw the cuffs

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

"You stink of grief. Of doubt. Your heart is clouded, girl. And I will not answer a broken vessel’s cry." "I’m not broken." "You are unraveling." Oh better grammar... Nice. I grit my teeth. "Then help me hold it together." The flame laughs. It sounds so low and cruel. "When the girl who loved the storm calls herself stone… I see only cracks." Then the flame dies. Gone. The smoke is curling like disappointment into the air. I stare at the blackened wick. My hands shake. My knees hit the floor before I realize I’m falling. My fists slam into the cold stone, again and again until my knuckles split.

Each tear, every cry of pain, tore at my insides. More senseless death, I thought. I moved over to the next girl, hoping against hope she still lived and checked for a pulse. Nothing. "Listen to them die. Their screams are like music," Sharra shouted. She looked deranged as several more girls fell forward. One smacked into my shoulder, knocking me off balance and onto the floor. The rough surface scratched my arm, but it healed immediately. I gently lifted the dead girl and laid her on the ground next to the others.

Rejoicing that he immediately answered her, dissolving in sensations, and for a moment forgetting about his fear. *** Larana grabbed a heavy, gilded oak-framed mirror and hurled it hard at the wall. The brittle glass shattered into smithereens, shattering the fluffy carpet with razor-sharp shards. The frame broke into pieces. The girl fell to her knees, clutching her head in her hands, and howled, writhing in pain and breaking into a scream. The nails were dangerously long, and reddish short hairs cut through on the fair face, the cheekbones were pointed.

Her voice trembled as she spoke. "Mr. Lawson! There's a girl in the storage room who's dying! Please, you have to help her!" Sean had been chatting happily with Wendy. Being interrupted, he frowned slightly. "Who?" The old woman hesitated, unable to answer. She could only look at him helplessly, her eyes full of pity. "I don't know, but that girl is too pitiful! Mr. Lawson, please, save her life!" Sean nodded and ordered someone to call the medical team.

Because I already knew the answer before she said it. The girl pointed toward the endless sea of memories surrounding us. Toward the Heart. Toward the fragments of a life powerful enough to reshape the world. And quietly whispered: “It wants a way through.” Before anyone could respond, the entire Heart shook violently. Not a tremor. Not a vibration. A violent impact. The memories scattered like startled birds. Cracks of golden light split the darkness. The girl staggered backward. For the first time, genuine panic appeared on her face. “No.”

"Look at my niece. Look at the state of her. Does she look like she was not touched?" The woman with the broken nose scoffed. "The children never touched that girl. She fell on her own. She is clumsy. Everyone saw it." I looked at Milo's bruised arms and scratched cheek, and I felt the black aura stirring beneath my skin. "I am not leaving here until I get justice."

I made it to my bedroom before the shaking got worse. I locked the door and sat on the edge of my bed with my hands pressed to my knees and tried to breathe normally. You are broken. He'd said it like it was obvious. Like I should have known. Maybe I should have. Maybe everyone could see it except me. The girl who'd been chosen because she was damaged and desperate and too weak to say no. My phone buzzed. I ignored it. It buzzed again. I picked it up. Nate: How are you doing?