Shattered Innocence Book Novels & Stories

My breath caught, my heart stilled, the photo, Victor, a woman, two boys, smiling, a park, sunshine, her dark hair, his arm around her, the boys, young, their eyes his, my world falling, my world shattering, the implication stark, a family, unstated, no labels, no rings, but enough, too much, my heart pounding, my guilt overwhelming, my memories washing, my parents' arguments, Mom's sobs, Dad's slammed doors, my room, headphones, music, hiding, shattered, my fear, my truth, I was her, the other woman, breaking something, someone, my heart shattered, my world shattered, real. I took an envelope, my hands trembling, the metal cold, the glass smooth, my eyes fixed, Victor's smile, her comfort,

While his body was ripped into pieces and no place in the library was free of blood. "Mike." I said barely above a whisper while tears kept on falling from eyes. My whole world had shattered into pieces and dust. *** Keep reading the book for more awaited fun especially in the next chapter. Love, EemanFaisal25

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.

# Chapter Seventy-Eight: When Everything Burns --- I stood in Silvermoon's central square, staring at one hundred nineteen bodies laid out in rows, and felt something inside me break. Not metaphorically. I felt the exact moment when the part of me that had been trying to change the world through principles and process just... shattered. Replaced by something rawer. Something that cared less about cosmic justice and more about the teenage boy who had talked about learning from failures now lying cold on the ground.

"If someone with legal authority comes to me, I will repeat it. But I am not putting my name on anything without protection. I have a family." He walked out. I did not move for a full five minutes. Samuel. And the woman with him was Mirabel. They had both been there. Both of them had given a young man money and instructions and left him to carry the guilt of a ruined relationship for eight years while they went home to their polished house and their clean reputations. And I had spent those same eight years punishing Evelyn. I picked up my coffee. My hand was very steady, which surprised me. I had always thought that when I found out something that changed everything, I would feel it dramatic

The sun was warm as its rays filtered through the windows. I tore up the DNA test report. Finally, all the love and hatred in the past could be sealed away in these torn-up fragments now scattered across the floor.

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.”

I took the pleasure in using Raven as a punching bag, bruising him, taking out one of his eyes, and then blessing his soul with a bullet. But now, I'm stunned beyond words. It's not often I come across people I killed again. “I had to pipe low and take everything you have. So, here I am, your conqueror.” I hate that gleam in his eyes. That smile on his lips. I hate this moment. I hate that I'm broken. Helpless. I look to Liam for a minuscule pity for his father, but I find none. All I see is victory. “Well, I've gotten everything. The wealth. The underworld. Everything. I was basking in the victory until I saw those goddamn pictures!!!”

"He looked at you the way he used to look at me. He protected you the way he used to protect me. You took everything, Nova. So yeah, I took everything from you. Fair trade." She dropped the book on the ground right in front of her feet. "Welcome to the real world," she said quietly. "Where nice girls lose and gold diggers get exposed." She walked back into the room, I bent to pick the now torn book, then Katie emerged from somewhere behind her, gave me one last disgusted look, and followed. I picked up the book, the spine was bent now and the pages crumpled but at least it was still here and it was still mine.

That night, I locked myself in their guest bathroom and scrubbed my face until it burned — not because it was dirty, but because I felt wrong inside my own skin. Now, kneeling on my bedroom floor, I picked up the broken pieces of the mug — small shards, glittering like little truths. The handle had snapped clean off. And I thought: That’s what they did to me. Not in one cruel blow. But in a thousand small ways. A glance. A correction. A sigh. Each one a tiny fracture, until I believed I was already shattered. They would look at me — broken, scattered — and say, “Look what you did. You can’t fix this.”