Shattered Glass Novel Novels & Stories

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

" You can’t burn your own reflection, Amara. You think this love makes you strong, but it’s the fracture I needed." Her words wrapped around the air like silk. " Through him, "she breathed, "I’ll finish what Lilith began." I slammed my hand against the glass. Shadows erupted in a burst of black flame. The reflection rippled, screaming not human, not echo. And for an instant, a hand pressed back from the other side. Warm. Real. Then the glass shattered. I staggered backward, shards raining to the floor, the firelight scattering across a thousand fragments.

Every building’s windows shattered in unison, shards raining like knives. We scattered—Madison pulling Vera into the cover of a fractured overhang, Ian darting between collapsing shadows, Stepbrother bending probability just enough to shift the shards’ trajectories. I rolled beneath a broken column, puppet-strings lashing outward to snag shards midair and knot them together into harmless clusters. When the storm ended, silence fell again—except for the hum beneath our feet, louder now, faster. The city wasn’t punishing us. It was… enjoying it. --- We regrouped in what used to be a familiar intersection—four streets meeting at a cracked traffic light. But instead of asphalt, the ground was gl

Before I lost in the darkness. When I opened my eyes I was in this big room on a bed. I looked beside me with a lot of fear that someone slept with me again but there's no naked man beside me this time. And I am also full clothed. I got up from the bed and in panick I hit with a table and a vase falls on the ground loud. I kneeled down as I was seeing the pieces . The broken glass pieces. Just like me. They have broken me just like these glasses. Shattered me. I looked at the broken glasses. Should I just?? Maybe this is the only chance I get to do this.

It didn’t subdue the fire in me. I was beyond angry as I hurled the glass against the wall. It shattered in an instant, pieces splintering in all directions, shining in the low lights like tiny knives. I ran a hand down my face, exhaling heavily. I shouldn’t have let her push me this far. I shouldn’t have let her get to me like that.

Liam stood nearby, silent, unreadable. "Come," Ella said softly, guiding me to the couch. "I'm sorry. Was I shouting too much?" I tried to smile, to ease her guilt. But it came out twisted, hollow. "It wasn't your shouting," I said, my voice weak. "It was the glass. When it shattered, it... brought something back." "Oh, dear." Her hand closed gently over mine, trying to steady the tremble. "Here," Liam said quietly, offering me a glass of water. I stared at him for a moment, surprised. Then I took it. The cold water slid down my throat and seemed to calm the storm in me, at least for now.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

The room fell silent once more, the only sound the distant crash of the waves outside the window. As Elara lay back against the pillows, she let out a long, slow breath, her mind struggling to process everything that had happened. She was alive—somehow, miraculously, she had survived. But she was no longer the same person she had been before. The old Elara had died on that operating table, her heart shattered by betrayal and loss.

My cloud was broken when a strong, smooth voice commanded, "Stop!" My eyes flit open and my heart stutters. My God, did I mess up? London stares at the both of us, an unreadable expression on his face. I messed up, didn't I? "What's the matter?" Jackie sasses, a brow raised in his direction. "I don't need to hear anymore," he replied with a shrug, "You both made the cut." "That means?" I ask unsurely, narrowing my eyes. It means you're both in," he answered with a small smile, "Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion."

Cracks bloomed across the mirror like spreading frost, splintering the distorted face into a thousand jagged smiles. Then the glass gave way. The mirror shattered with a violent crack, raining shards into the sink, tinkling like mocking applause. Seraphine collapsed, knees buckling. She curled onto the cold tile, arms wrapping tight around herself, rocking as tremors wracked her body. Her breath came ragged, shallow, tasting of dust and copper. She pressed her forehead to her knees, tears streaking hot down her cheeks. For a moment, she thought she might disappear entirely, break apart into ash like the words on her pages, scatter, and be forgotten.