Shattered Illusions 소설 & 이야기

It was time to move on. The Shadows convulsed and oozed towards the urn with a ravenous intensity. But before I could change my mind, they engulfed it… shattering it into 1,000 pieces. Silver and black shards exploded into the air, piercing my chest and scattering across the room like a dark, malevolent rain. I fell to my knees as my heart shattered, once again, the shards piercing my very soul. I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me.

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

His eyes never left hers and neither did her eyes leave his. From where I was standing,I also noticed that the colour of their eyes were shifting Maybe I was wrong Maybe it wasn't what I thought it was Maybe I was being delusional Maybe this is a fucking nightmare and none of it was real But all it took was one word for me to feel shattered and broken beyond brink "MATE!" Author's note Not me taking my sweet time to update. Thank you for those who are reading this book voting and commenting. I love y'all

she whispered again "The unfortunate. I think I know what it means, the unfortunate are those who have the power to dream. That means the music didn’t kill me because it can’t and that’s the same reason why it didn’t kill her, the music only complied her to kill herself because it only has the power to torture her.” She said as she wiped her tears

I whisper slowly. He pulls out it from his pants pocket and drops it on my open palm. Oh, here it is. The golden colored bullet is carved by my name, 'Cedron'. Suddenly, yes God, suddenly I don't feel anger boiling in my inside anymore. I feel a hole, an infinite, vast hole, emerging in my mind like wind, taking all of my sensations away, shattering them, breaking them, annihilating them. A voice strongly whispers a psalm in my head,

Black dots danced in my vision from the suddenness of the pain and I pressed my fingers hard into my temples, dropping the gun I stole. The pain from before was back—only worse. So much worse. The black dots grew in my vision and fear gripped me at the sudden blindness. I heard Gabriel’s footing cease and retreat back to me. “Suthard! What are you doing? Come on!” My head pressurized to the point where I could start to feel my limbs fail me. My body crashed onto the dirt road and I wasted no time letting the darkness encompass not only my sight, but all my senses. -

The world I had known, the one I thought I understood, was beginning to crumble, piece by piece. We pulled up to the cabin, the headlights cutting through the rain and the darkness. Carter killed the engine, and for a long moment, neither of us moved. Finally, he exhaled sharply. "I don’t know what to think right now, Winnie." I turned to look at him. He looked... broken. He always had this unshakable confidence, this calm under pressure, but now, it was like something inside him had cracked. "You don’t trust Langford anymore, do you?"

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.

His lips trembled as his bloodshot eyes locked on me. "Lina? Is it really you? No… it can't be. They must be mistaken. "You can't be Lina… That stubborn, impossible woman wouldn't just die like this. No… this can't be! This can't be her!" Aiden shook his head furiously, muttering to himself in denial. Once, I used to wonder if Aiden would ever regret it if I died. Now that I had seen it with my own eyes, all I felt was a gut-wrenching sickness that clawed at me from deep inside.

I'm also impatient, so I grab it and turn it over. The sketch is beautiful. A woman holding her heart in her hand. As I look at it, I tilt my head, her body appears to be melting in some ways. She looks beautiful, but like she is hurting, holding her broken heart in her hand. I begin reading the poem. Shattered reality A broken vision Sees imperfections Flaws and disfigured Beauty is the truth Truth is lost Bound by the words Fear that cripples Shattered reality Broken vision Unable to see the beauty