Shattered Glass Novel Novels & Stories

"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.

Need something to divert my attention before I kill a boy. I poured drinks into my glass and put the glass into my mouth, letting the alcohol enter my mouth. The bitter taste of the drinks flowed freely inside before it was gone. It tasted like water inside my throat. Still better to divert my mind from thinking about Keira and the boy she was with. She never thought twice about going with that boy. How much did he trust her? “Don’t destroy my glasses. Those are new.” I looked at my hand and it was only then that I felt the sting. The glass shattered in my hand, blood flowing freely.

The night sky looked beautiful but was as dark as my soul. I stood, and before I even knew it was in my hand, the glass I was holding shattered from gripping it too hard. The glass shattered as would my heart, slowly I heard a dripping sound hitting the ground, only it wasn't a martini… it was my fucking blood. I was filled with renewed anger and anxiety, the pills failed. Just then light from a headlight radiates through the room.

Sean intervened when I was about to pick up a tiny sharp shattered glasses. "Stop," he said, then took my hand in his and motioned for me to take a stand. A room service personnel came in and they did clean it for us. They then went out. And that's exactly how quickly they finished their work. I couldn't see even a single speck of the shattered glass. @Death Wish Hi there guys! Thank you so much for your support and I want you to know that it really helped me a lot. Hope you might want to drop a beautiful review for this book. I really wanted to hear from you.

the dark god vibrated, his voice a piercing shriek that cracked the glass. Without thinking, I punched the mirror with all my strength, shattering it into thousands of fragments that scattered across the floor. The shards sliced into my hand, and thick blood began to drip slowly down. In a sliver of glass still clinging to the frame, his eyes appeared again, a dark promise gleaming within them. “I will take everything from you, warrior of the moon!” The shards of glass rose magically, flying toward me like sharpened blades. I instinctively crossed my arms to shield my face as the glass cut into my body, leaving streaks of blood everywhere.

she askes me as she closes her book. “It really was. This glass” I say tapping it with my knuckles “Is shatter proof. When she first came here she was just starting to come into her abilities and lets just say I had to replace almost all the glass in the house after she had an episode and shattered it” a smile tugs on my lips when I think back to that day and how vulnerable she was.

who had shattered everything she touched. The days that followed were a descent into a waking nightmare. The death threats didn't stop, they intensified. They came in the mail, they were spray-painted on the perimeter walls, and they arrived in digital pings that Cillian tried to intercept. One night after dinner, the tension finally broke. A loud, violent crack echoed through the hall. A heavy stone had been hurled with enough force to shatter one of the reinforced glass windows. The sturdy, expensive glass, the kind Cillian said nothing could penetrate sprayed across the floor in a thousand shimmering diamonds.

Instinctively, I looked away, deciding not to engage, and quietly waited for my ride. Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the quiet of the street. "So you're turning me down? Is that it?" Before the words even finished, the woman spun around and rushed directly toward me. Her eyes glowed with a wild fury, and the blade of a knife gleamed in her hand. I froze. My feet were stuck to the pavement, and I was unable to process the danger. I just stood there in shock as she ran at me, holding the knife high. Just when I was overwhelmed with despair and certain I couldn't escape, someone suddenly jumped out from behind and threw himself in front of me.

Once, twice, I pushed my wrist that was partially filled with the glass. It cracked. "Aria," he whispered. "You're clueless.". And I know exactly what I am doing. I hit the glass again. Crack. Siren. Crack. Lights red. After screaming, I flung my entire body against the glass.' It shattered. Aria. The glass rained down on me like rain.'... Despite landing hard, I kept on rolling. Blood streamed down my arms from the shard, leaving me shaking in both feet. But I was up.

And now I am standing in the wreckage of that loyalty, watching her try to rewrite it. She steps forward, her eyes wide, her mouth trembling. “Fiona, you have it all wrong. It’s not what you think~” I laugh. It’s a brittle, hollow sound that feels like glass cracking in my throat. “Why do people always say that? Every damn fucking time. First Edward, now you. You always say it’s not what I think, when it’s exactly what I think. It’s exactly what it looks like. You hurt me. You hurt our friend group. You shattered something that mattered.”