Shattered Glass Novel Novels & Stories

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?

Just as we approached the small window, the arguing ceased and cars started swerving out of the driveway in the direction our friends left in. I mentally hoped that Nathan has already found them all, especially Junto and Hyene, medical attention and are off the roads. Claire reached the window and looked around before punching the glass. Shards exploded from under her hand and shattered glass littered the floor. A small hole sat in the middle of webbing glass and Claire pushed the entanglement in around the edges. I looked around us, checking if anyone heard the loud noise, but see nobody. Claire jumped up and gracefully coasted into the small hole, gliding all the way to the floor on the ot

Samantha I get home, slip off my shoes, and open a bottle of white wine. I need this after the day I’ve had. I went to four other job interviews after the one at Maxwell Publishing. They were all brutal. Each one had wall-to-wall women who looked like models applying for the jobs. The job market is tough right now, so I have no idea what my chances are of getting a call back. I take a seat on my couch with my glass of wine in hand. I place the glass of wine in my hand on the couch, making sure not to spill as I lie back and close my eyes.

He dared to lay his hands on Mila, and my mind trailed back to the scars I saw while bathing her. My grip tightened around the glass until it shattered in my hand—again. This was the second glass shattering. “Why can't these f*cking glass companies get it right?" I muttered beneath my breath. I would probably buy out the company as well. I reached for the almost-empty bottle to have another gulp, but my hand stopped midway when the door flung open. “Zaden, are you okay?” Her Vanilla scent instantly invaded the room. “I heard glass shattering,” she spoke, forcing her sleepy eyes open.

Then, without warning, he lunged toward the window. Glass shattered with a violent crash, splinters flying like daggers as he leapt through the opening and vanished into the night. I stood alone amidst the wreckage, papers fluttering like fallen leaves, the scent of musk and rage thick in the air. ~ The echo of shattering glass still rang in my ears as I stood frozen in the wreckage of the war room. The splinters glittered like shattered dreams beneath my feet, and the bitter scent of anger and fur clung to the cold air.

It seemed Kiera was hell-bent on leaving him and that simply pushed him over the edge. With a violent motion, Nicholas grabbed the glass cup from the table and flung it against the wall. Shards of glass scattered all around on the floor, a reflection of the broken fragments of his life. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of Nicholas's heavy breaths. The shattered glass served as a poignant reminder of the chaos that had consumed them all, leaving behind a trail of pain and heartache. "Damn it, Kiera! Aish!!!"

With a furious cry, she hurled the empty glass onto the polished floor, where it shattered, sending shards of crystal skittering in all directions. In one swift, brutal motion, Becky shoved me. I staggered backward, my body colliding with the jagged remnants of broken glass. A sharp, burning pain exploded in my hand, I cried out as the cold, hard pieces dug into my skin, and I fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs and despair.

After everything she had done for him. Without warning, Nova’s fist tightened around the crystal glass in her hand, the delicate curves of the cup biting into her palm. Her mind screamed for control, but the anger, the betrayal, it was too much. She stood up abruptly, knocking her chair back with a loud screech that echoed through the hall. The glass in her hand shattered with a sharp, resounding crack. The jagged shards of crystal flew outward, some grazing her skin, but Nova didn’t care. Her breaths came out in sharp, angry gasps. Blood dripped from her hand, but it was nothing compared to the searing fury that consumed her.

No way. That wasn’t happening. I tried to shove off the sight that pierced through my dark eyes. My Olivia? With him? For another moment, I forgot about the glass in my hand as it felt brittle. My grip tightened around it, making my knuckles turn white. A sharp crack rang through the space, and I felt something—pain. The glass shattered, shards digging into my palm; blood—warm and sticky—was flowing over my fingers and mixing with the spilled whiskey on the floor.

I changed into a soft nightgown and slipped under the covers, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves about the coming day. Before turning off the lights, I walked over to the window to gaze out at the moonlit landscape. The night was calm, the sky a blanket of stars. I reached out to touch the glass, seeking comfort in the familiar sight. But as my hand made contact with the window, a sharp crack echoed through the room. The glass shattered into tiny pieces, scattering across the floor like diamonds. I gasped, stumbling back in shock, my hands shaking in disbelief. What had just happened?