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.

“That’s what the clip shows. And we all believed it.” He tapped another file. “But this—this is the real footage.” The screen flickered again—clearer this time. Uncut. Unforgiving. The room was chaos. Shards of shattered glass glittered across the floor like ice. Beer bottles lay broken and bleeding into the wood. In the corner, a girl curled in on herself, uniform torn, sobbing into her knees. Her ribs rose and fell like she couldn’t catch her breath. A man staggered back, blood streaming from his nose, staining his white shirt crimson.

"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.

"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?

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by