Novel & Cerita Shattered Glass Novel

The beautiful, massive glass dome shattered entirely above our heads, raining a million glowing, jagged shards down through the smoke-filled air like a terrifying shower of falling stars. I coughed violently, my ears ringing with a sharp, painful buzz as I scrambled up to my knees through the dirt and debris, my vision completely blurred by soot and ash. Through the thick, billowing black smoke pouring through the newly ruined stone wall, heavy footsteps began to crunch loudly across the broken glass.

~ 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.

Chapter 140. Vera’s POV. Glass shattered against the wall, the sound sharp and violent as it echoed through my room. Another bottle followed, then another, my hands shaking as rage tore through me like fire. My chest heaved, my breath coming fast and uneven, my head spinning with hatred… with jealousy… with failure.

The sun was warm as its rays filtered through the windows. I tore up the DNA test report. Finally, all the love and hatred in the past could be sealed away in these torn-up fragments now scattered across the floor.

"Can it not wait? Whatever it is, it will still be there tomorrow. Now, we celebrate." He held the glass out to me. I slapped it aside. The glass flew from his hand and shattered against the wall. Whiskey dripped down the wood paneling, and shards of glass scattered across the floor. The music stopped. The women stopped dancing. The men stopped laughing. The room went silent, and everyone turned to look at us. Carson stared at the broken glass, then at me. His expression shifted from surprise to something harder. "What has gotten into you? What brought you into such a bad mood?"

Shards of glass sprayed everywhere, raining down on my hair and my coat. Everything went silent.

Across the room, by the north wall, a man in a black tuxedo turned his head. Damien. He saw her. He dropped his glass. It shattered on the marble. A thousand small shards scattered across the floor around his feet and he did not move. He did not even look down. He just stared at her as if he had forgotten how to do anything else. She crossed the room. People parted for her. Not because she was famous tonight. Because something was happening, and everyone in the room could feel it. She stopped two feet from him. "Damien."

I can never be f*cking happy. “Never!” I push the glass full of water from the table along with her note and the glass shatters against the wall. I walk into the shards, scattered amidst the water. The corners of the note become damp, absorbing the water around it. A glass crystal pierces into my finger and a red drop falls on the white note, just under the letter g. “Plinio?” comes an unsteady voice as the door creaks open. No way.

But before I could say any of it, I felt my eyes widen as I saw Elijah behind Liam, holding up a glass jar in his hands. Without thinking, I grabbed him by the collar on top of me and turned so my arm was covering Liam's body…and then I felt the impact of the glass shattering on top of me. I opened my eyes slowly, looking at Liam in confusion; his eyes wide in surprise as he looked me up and down. I felt his arms around me, holding me close to his chest just as I held onto him for protection…but something was wrong… It didn't hurt… The glass…I'd heard it shatter…there were shards of glass all over the bed, all over our bodies…but why didn't it hurt?

Hopelessness surged, then cracked and gave way to rage. My fist drove into the mirror. A sharp crack split the air. Pain exploded through my hand, and for one breathless second, I felt it. A flash of satisfaction. Glass rained down, tiny blades that glittered like stars. Blood smeared across the porcelain, hot and steady. But the pain didn’t land. Not really. Nothing could hurt more than going back. I stared at the broken reflection. Fractured eyes. Fragmented truths. But the girl looking back?