Shattered Girl Novels & Stories

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

Now you’ve put her in danger too. Her blood turned to ice. Before she could respond, another message followed. A photo, charlotte, standing outside her dorm. Unaware.Smiling. Isabelle’s scream tore through the mansion. And somewhere deep below, Dante Marchetti prepared for a war that would not spare the innocent.

"I’m better than okay. I’m finished with him." But as I look toward the horizon, I know the Shattered Mirror isn't just a weave anymore. It’s a trap. And Lir just walked right into the center of it.

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?

Liam stood nearby, silent, unreadable. "Come," Ella said softly, guiding me to the couch. "I'm sorry. Was I shouting too much?" I tried to smile, to ease her guilt. But it came out twisted, hollow. "It wasn't your shouting," I said, my voice weak. "It was the glass. When it shattered, it... brought something back." "Oh, dear." Her hand closed gently over mine, trying to steady the tremble. "Here," Liam said quietly, offering me a glass of water. I stared at him for a moment, surprised. Then I took it. The cold water slid down my throat and seemed to calm the storm in me, at least for now.

She was no longer an actress. She was a punchline. Her phone began to ring again, a new number this time. She ignored it, letting it buzz on the cold marble floor. Another brand. Another cancellation. Another confirmation of her new reality. A scream tore from her throat, raw and ragged. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated agony, of a soul being ripped in half. She pushed herself up, stumbling to her feet, and lunged for her phone. Her fingers, still trembling, snatched it up from the floor. She stared at the screen, at the countless notifications, the missed calls, the messages from people who once called her a friend. Her breath hitched. She slammed the phone against the marble wall, onc

"When I was a girl. Before Margaret. Before Sergei. Before any of it. I dreamed about mountains and rivers and open skies." "What happened?" "Life." She turned to face me. "Life happened. And I let it break me." "You're not broken." "I'm shattered." She held up her hands. "Look at me. I'm trembling. I haven't stopped trembling in thirty years." "That's not broken. That's human." "Same thing." "No." I walked to her. Took her hands. "Being human means being afraid. Being broken means giving up. You haven't given up." "I've been hiding."

All I need is a touch. Break their legs. Shatter their arms. Snap their hands. They drop, howling in pain. I suck in a gasp, pulling my clothes back on and crawling to the girl curled on the ground, sobbing. I wrap myself around her, tears blinding me. She’s broken. In minutes, they destroyed her world. I cup her face, flooding her with power—my strength for her fear. I give her rage. I give her fire. I heal her. I help her stand.

“It was about proving that no matter how perfect a woman is, she can still lose. You were brilliant. Accomplished. Composed. And still, you lost him—to me. That’s the part that made it delicious.” My hands clenched. I fought the urge to strike her. “Do you know what kind of woman that makes you?” I said, voice trembling. “You didn’t love him. You didn’t want a family. You wanted destruction. You are broken in ways I pity.” Her face contorted. “Don’t you dare pity me.” I stepped forward, eyes locked on hers. “You were a scared little girl who found a wounded man and thought if you destroyed what he loved, you’d feel powerful. But all you did was prove that you were nothing without someone els

"Because if you do…" There was a blinding shock of power—a blinding flash of light—the mirror behind them shattered into shards without anyone laying a hand on it. "I'll tear your soul from your mouth and wear it as a veil." The girl dropped to her knees, trembling. Perfera stood against the others. "Leave me. All of you." None of them tarried. They dispersed like soot in gusts. Perfera stood alone amidst the wreckage of her room. Splattered in blood. Broken. And for a moment. her strength let her down.