Romans & histoires Shattered Glass How I Met Your Mother

That can help to maybe be cool the too much heat that I am feeling right now. I didn't even realise when I finished the first glass of water, I was already taking the second one. Half way through the second one, I had something fall so hard in the small room which acts as my mom's bedroom. The glass automatically left my hands and it went down smashing onto the floor. I would not even feel my legs pain as I ran towards the bedroom . on the floor is the woman I care about with every bit of my life. "Mom..mom , what has happened to you ?" I ask kneeling beside her . .

______ Karina's POV: The crystal glass trembled in my hand, sending amber liquid sloshing over my father's antique desk. I did not bother wiping it up, because the stains actually matched the others! Dark, angry blooms across imported mahogany, like flowers dancing across a dense bush. "Miss Corradi?" The new bodyguard hovered in the doorway, his disgust poorly concealed. "Your 3pm meeting—" "Get out." The glass shattered against the doorframe where his head had been just seconds ago. Alone again, I stared at my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows. The woman staring back was a stranger… it was definitely not me, messy and disheveled like there was nobody worth giving a damn about.

And still, the pain wouldn’t go away. My child was dead. Natalia had nearly died. Everything was broken and wrong and it was all my fucking fault. “Fuck!” I roared, suddenly hurling my glass across the room. It shattered against the wall. Shards of crystal rained down onto the hardwood floor. I stared at the mess I’d made, at the amber liquid dripping down the wall, at the broken pieces scattered across the floor. It looked like how I felt inside. Shattered. Dripping. Broken.

The stick collided with the wall once more, sending shards of broken glass scattering across the floor. He collapsed onto the shattered remnants, the sharp edges cutting into his skin. Blood mingled with the glass, Images of his mother, Emily, flashed through his mind—the few pictures he had, the solitary video where she held him as a newborn, her tired smile filled with love. He had always cherished those glimpses of her, but now they were tainted by the knowledge of her suffering. The woman who had loved him unconditionally had endured a life of pain and torment, and he had been blissfully unaware.

He comes back to me and extends one of the glasses. I just stare at him. “Seriously, Lucien?” My voice cracks. “I’m losing my damn mind, and all you can think to do is offer me a drink?” I smack the glass out of his hand. It slips from his fingers, hits the floor, and shatters, the sharp sound echoing through the room like something inside me breaking apart. “You just dropped a bomb on me,” I say, my chest heaving. “You tell me my mother killed my father and…”

Chapter 148 SARA'S POINT OF VIEW The sound of my mother's expensive vase shattering against the wall echoed through our penthouse. Crystal shards scattered across the marble floor, catching the late afternoon light like fallen stars. I flinched but didn't move from my spot on the leather sofa. Mother's rage was a familiar storm, and I knew better than to get in its path.

The sound of shattering glass greeted him the moment he entered their living room—a sound of the television shattering into a thousand pieces. Kael stepped inside slowly, his heart already sinking because he knew what was coming. He had known the moment Mallory walked out of that Council meeting. He had seen it in her eyes—the betrayal, the fury and the hurt. But as he moved further into the apartment, toward the living room, he saw the destruction even more. "Jeeez Mallory, what have you done?" Their crystal vase—the one Mallory's mother had given them as a wedding gift—lay in pieces on the floor. Picture frames had been ripped from the walls and smashed on the ground. The couch was flipped

His eyes moved from me on the floor, to my father looming over me, the shattered glass, my mother, and then the crying Enid. Great, I swear the whole world stops, and my heart shatters even more.

"For the last time, stop calling me mother! I cannot and will never be your mother!" Taking a deep breath, I lowered my head and stared at the glass of water I was holding. I still didn't know where I had gone wrong or why my mother-in-law despised me so much. If she wasn't picking a fight with me, she was laying thousands of complaints about me. "Here is the water you requested for." I spoke calmly, choosing to ignore her words as always. I took a step closer to give her the water but I was shoved. The glass of water was the first to slip from my hand and shatter into pieces before my butt painfully hit the ground which resulted from the broken glasses tearing into my skin. I let out an ago

mom said, trying to get me to sip on some ginger ale. I waved her off. My mate was potentially dying and I felt close to it myself. I saw Maya across the room but knew my voice wouldn’t be strong enough to carry that far. Mustering all the strength I had, I swiped the glass from my mom’s hand and chucked it as far as I could in that direction. The glass smashed against the hardwood floor and every conversation stopped. “Maya please,” I said, barely in a whisper. She made a face, but began to walk toward me.