Shattered Glass Novel Novels & Stories

AISHA The cold mud caked under my fingernails didn’t matter anymore. The rain pouring down on my shivering shoulders didn't matter either. Nothing mattered. Just an hour ago, I had crossed the pack border, thinking of nothing but survival. But then, reality crashed into me like a physical blow. Leo. Toby. My sweet, innocent little brothers. What was the point of running to save my own skin if I left them behind to face Mabel’s wrath? Mabel was a monster, and she knew they were my weakness.

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

Just a girl. Shattered.

"No way. Everyone knows Lillian and Elton have been promised to each other since they were kids. The Ruizs raised her like their own. How could he switch to someone else?" "Something's off with Lillian, too. She's usually glued to Elton, but today she's acting all chill. Is she giving up?" "Maybe Jill swooped in and stole him. Look at her. She's got game, pushing his childhood sweetheart out of the picture." A sharp crack cut through the chatter. Everyone froze, turning to see Elton's glare, and lowered their heads. The man had crushed a wine glass in his hand after hearing someone call Jill the third wheel.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

The memoir she once swore she’d never write. Each keystroke was a heartbeat. Each sentence, a reclaiming. They said silence was survival. But silence was the weapon that killed me the slowest. Hours passed. The rain outside turned to a downpour, tapping against the glass like impatient fingers. But she kept writing. By the time dawn touched the horizon, Alina had twenty pages. Pages that bled truth, grief, strength — and hope. She saved the file, titled it “Shattered Promises — Draft 1.”

It felt like being watched. From the walls. From the glass. From something too old to fit inside a room. The first window shattered. Not all at once. A hairline crack raced across the tall pane overlooking the city, then another, then another, until the reinforced glass groaned and split in great jagged fractures. Wind knifed in, cold and sharp, dragging curtains outward. The noise brought footsteps. Voices. Doors opening. “Althea!” Hiraya’s voice, somewhere down the hall.

Whoever took it… had been inside. My blood ran cold. Scrawled across the back of that final photo, in the same neat handwriting: It’s not over. I sat back in my chair, the photographs scattered across the table like ash. I didn’t cry. Didn’t panic. I just sat there, breathing hard, my mind racing. The quiet I’d fought so hard for shattered like glass around me. I thought it was done. I wanted it to be done. But the truth was undeniable. It wasn’t over.

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

Like it still hoped for something whole with him. But then reality clawed its way back in. That sentence didn’t change anything. Not the betrayal. Not the pain. Not the image of my ex-best friend’s eyes avoiding mine after she did what she did. Not the emptiness I felt every night when I realised trust, once shattered, never fits back quite the same. Again. I heard the front door open and close. I freezed. Today was Thursday and nobody except me, Analeigh and Ana was here except... Evan walked into the living room. His suit was all... wrong and his hair and...