Shattered Girl Novels & Stories

She reached for the glass of wine that had been a source of solace, her hand trembling. With a forceful motion, Isabella hurled the glass towards the wall, a primal scream escaping her lips as the glass shattered into countless shards, scattering across the office floor like a constellation of broken dreams. The room echoed with the sound of destruction, a reflection of Isabella's shattered hopes and her own internal turmoil.

for what? The girl spotted me and started to scream again, begging me to save her from the snake. It had no real good ideas of how to accomplish that since I had no idea how to get in, but... there had to be some way. Looking around, I spotted a wooden bench with most of the slats rotten and collapsing, barely held together by metal frame pieces. Pulling one of the frame pieces out of the mess, I heaved it with all my strength and shattered the glass.

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

First I lost my mom and then my brother and now my freedom. There was another turbulence and this time I hit my head so hard and passed out. A splash of water jolts me up, I look around and notice there are over a hundred girls inside the container with me. Another splash of water and I turn around, facing the source, it’s a man, with a scar on his face. The container doors have been opened, so light is making its way in. I look beside me and notice a girl still sleeping, I try to wake her and notice her body is as cold as ice, I shake her again and notice she might have bled out, there is a cut in her head and her hair was soaked in her blood.

A machine malfunctioned at the factory and crushed him. When the news reached my parents who were already half-broken by Marilyn's abuse, they seemed to age decades overnight. Soon after, they fell gravely ill and passed away one after another. The home that used to be warm and full of laughter became nothing but ashes, with only me left standing. Hatred consumed me. The night before my exam, I tied Marilyn up and forced her to kneel before the photos of my parents and Steve. Then, I set a fire that took both of us.

“Every single fucking thing is wrong with my life! I’m tired, Diesel. So tired of running and hiding and being the reason people get hurt. If going with him stops the blood… then let me go.” The broken crack in her voice hit me harder than anything Donald could do. The bright, laughing girl from the arcade — the one who’d fed me ice cream and called me unfair — was gone. In her place stood someone exhausted, desperate, carrying too much for too long. I lowered the gun and handed it back to Hawk. Then I stepped in close and lifted her chin with two fingers, forcing her tear-streaked face up to mine. “You’ll see him,” I said, voice low and final. “You’ll say whatever you need to say. But the s

My body felt like a disassembled doll—bones twisted and spread apart in a way that defied nature. "A female Omega, approximately 23 years old. The attacker seemed to harbor deep hatred toward her. There were signs of brutal physical abuse before she was blown apart. "Most importantly… the victim was two months pregnant." At his words, the atmosphere in the room turned heavy and solemn. "Abuse… blown up… two lives lost…" Each word cut deep into the hearts of those in the room.

He would have to be extremely careful from now on, as any misstep could easily become fatal. The attacker was Cecilia. She had been immediately subdued and arrested by the police at the scene. During the interrogation afterward, I learned about her motive. It turned out Cecilia's life had been miserable lately. Evan had long since grown disgusted with her and actively sabotaged her in business circles, nearly driving her to ruin. She repeatedly begged Evan for forgiveness, desperately hoping to regain his affection and return to his side. But Evan coldly rejected her. He warned her, "You hurt Rebecca. I'll never trust you again."

Across the continent, inside a dormant AI base buried beneath bedrock, another screen lit up. Lines of code scrolled. A new voice emerged. Female. Cool. Serpentine. “Mirror shattered. Good. Now the window’s open.” Behind it, a girl with eyes like crystal data opened her palms. She wasn’t Elara. She wasn’t the Phantom. She was something worse. And she was watching.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.