Shattered Innocence Book Novels & Stories

Despite everything, despite the humiliation, despite being thrown out like dirt… my heart still aches for him. I still yarn for him. Still remembers his warm touch, his protective anger, the rare softness in his eyes when he thought no one was watching. Maybe I am a fool. “Just when he started letting me in…” my voice cracks, “I shattered him.” Nina glances at me but stays respectfully silent, giving me the space to break quietly. I drag in a shaky breath, forcing my back to straighten. I wipe the tear quickly before it falls onto my dress.

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

Not just for herself, but for countless others who had endured shadows like hers. Her memoir, Shards into Stars, had taken two years to write and just two weeks to rocket to the top of bestseller lists. People read it not for the scandal, it barely lingered on Ethan’s cruelty, but for its marrow-deep honesty about survival, about the way broken things could be remade without pretending the cracks didn’t exist.

Jinyan stared at her like the world collapsed beneath him. Everything he knew— Everything he felt— Everything he trusted— Shattered. “When the truth finally speaks… no one walks away unbroken.”

The anger in his green eyes vanished, and was replaced by a sizzling brokenness and agony. I hate that I can't look away or breathe properly with his eyes on me like this. I hate that I might really end up heartbroken and shattered because I can't help myself around this twisted man.

I muttered, It was already too late. She shook her head and leaned against the wall. For a moment, she said nothing. Then softly: “You see, Olivia, I understand you. The first day I came into this school, I was scarred and afraid that I couldn’t fit in. But you showed me around. Your friends welcomed me and treated me just like they treated everyone else.” I looked up. She went on, her voice was fragile but firm. “You were used to being in the spotlight, I guess. And then suddenly, I came, attention shifted to me and you started drifting with your friends.”

He warned her, "You hurt Rebecca. I'll never trust you again." At that moment, the last shred of her pride shattered completely. Despair and resentment consumed her entirely. She directed all her hatred toward me, convinced I was the reason for her downfall. Driven by revenge, she'd meticulously planned this attack. She'd expected Evan to stand by coldly and watch me get hurt. She never anticipated that he'd rush forward to shield me with his body. Knowing all this filled me not with pity, but cold indifference. Facing such hysterical resentment and malicious revenge, I instructed my lawyer without hesitation to pursue the harshest punishment possible, leaving her no mercy.

"…shattered. More than before." The raw vulnerability in her words, the fear laid bare, shattered something inside me. It wasn't anger. It was a profound, gut-wrenching understanding of the damage I'd done. The trust I'd annihilated. She was giving me everything, stepping off the cliff, and her only safety net was the terrifying belief that this time, I wouldn't let her fall.

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.

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.