Novel & Cerita Shattered Girl

"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

Charlotte’s shoulders collapsed inward, like she wanted to disappear. I closed my eyes, and the rage surged through me like wildfire. It wasn’t just about Evan and Charlotte. It wasn’t even just about betrayal. It was years - years - of being taken for granted, of having to be the bigger person, the one who understood, who endured. And now I was standing in the middle of a room full of people - an audience - and two of them had shattered me. I felt the burning bile rise in my throat. Felt it clawing to be released.

she said. I turned to her, my body stiff. “Excuse me?” She tilted her head, her dark eyes glinting. “Take off your clothes.” I clenched my fists. “If this is some kind of—” “It’s not,” she interrupted smoothly. “But if you want to survive here, you’re going to have to let go of whatever shame you’re still clinging to. Clothes, Winnie. Now.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. My hands trembled as I reached for the hem of my dress, my heart pounding in my chest. I had been exposed before. I had been stripped of dignity more times than I could count. But this felt different.

This shell of a girl is white as a ghost, apart from the mask of bruising over her frail cheeks, her arms thickly bandaged, hiding the destruction beneath. The girl is sickly thin, and obviously having a mental breakdown. I can see that from observation. It isn't me! Even when I was dating Ricky, I never broke; I forced myself to keep going, I busied myself with work. How did I manage that? Look at.. Her! Look at her broken face. Where is the twinkle of life? How am I supposed to overcome this horror? This life changing experience? How am I supposed to trust another man again?

Her eyes met mine, a journey from pleading to despair, then spiraling down into a deep, icy fear, and finally twisting into a look of pure venom. "Zayden... You're heartless... You're poisonous!" Her voice was raspy, as if she was forcing the words out from deep within her throat, "You manipulated me into betraying my... my lover, sending him to jail, and now you're using that to blackmail me into a divorce?! You're heartless!" She kept her voice low, choked by a mix of fear and rage. She realized she was more than just abandoned. She was a pawn, used and tossed aside without a second thought, and then being wrung out for the last drop of worth–her compliance for his so-called 'mercy.'

"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.

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?

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!"

That meant that even if they disappeared out of nowhere, nothing would happen. “Ah,” I sigh, shifting my gaze to my cauldron once more and beginning to take in the scene that is unfolding. I see the girl. She is alone and broken. Her eyes are filled with sparkling tears that flow down her bloodied cheeks. She’s miserable because she has certainly lost someone important, and that misery is so beautiful.

“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.