Shattered Lines Novels & Stories

She cried for the dreams that had been shattered, for the illusions that had been torn away, leaving her with nothing but a hollow emptiness. When the tears finally subsided, Elara was left with a heavy sense of resignation. She had to face the truth—Cassia was right. She would never truly be part of the family, no matter how hard she tried. She would always be an outsider, someone who didn’t quite fit.

I leaned against his truck and closed my eyes, all I could think about was the last time I was here. “I'm so tired of everyone trying to help me! I'm Fine!” I yelled at Dr. Walker “Mrs. Hill what you've gone through”, “Don't…. Don't you tell me what I've gone through” I sneer through my gritted teeth interrupting him and not caring. My heart was physically broken, “Stop calling me Mrs. Hill, he's gone! She's Gone! and No amount of drugs is going to change that!” my body shaking with anger. I didn't care anymore who heard me or saw me. I was so tired of all the whisperings as I walked by or how people would stop talking when I entered a room. I was sick of people hugging me, I swear if anothe

The fire swallowed everything—stone, steel, even sound—until all I could hear was the relentless thunder of the shard in my chest. My body shook as flames licked along my arms, spilling into the air like serpents freed from chains. For a heartbeat, I saw nothing but ruin stretched before me: Damian lying broken in the ash, Marcus’s blood staining the earth, Angela’s eyes dimming into silence. The shard promised victory if I gave it what it wanted, but every image of triumph was painted in the loss of those I loved most.

"You hate me that much? In our last life, we were married. And now, even getting near you scares you?" He gave a bitter smile and smashed the vial on the floor. "Don't worry. I've done enough wrong. I won't hurt you again. I just came to see you and talk to you." Lillian lowered the speaker, but her voice remained cold. "There's nothing to say." Elton opened his mouth, but a voice crackled through the studio's speakers. Tanya yelled, "Useless! I knew you'd fail. Fine! If you don't hurt her, you can both die!"

How jinxed could I possibly be. I reach underneath me and take off the heels and throw it to the corner, my legs feel like Jell-O. I stagger to my front and pick up a sandal. I sit on a chair by a makeup table and begin to remove the makeup off my face with a wipe. The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks so beaten and emotionally broken, I feel like a shadow of myself. When will it stop, when would all the misery end. I wish I could go back a month, when my life was still good, when I had not heard about the death of my brother or when I had not met Thelma.

Guess what guys. I love you all like so much. Because of y'all I was able to actually submit 'Unshatter me' for the wattys awards. This might look like really small and all but I know that I wouldn't have been able to get the courage to submit it if it weren't for y'all. Once again , I love y'all Hook. Line . Sinker "I'm sorry" He whispered. Those two words. I'm sorry. I know that I said those words initially just to make him feel guilty so that he would actually let me go, but then , tell me why I felt a piece of my heart literally break from within

Still feel the line we had crossed— Even if we hadn’t gone all the way. Yet. And that was the most dangerous part. Not what happened. But what we almost did. ⸻ Because now— There was no pretending. No ignoring. No returning to what we were before. The fault line had been exposed. And once exposed— It doesn’t disappear. It waits. It builds. It shifts. And eventually— It breaks.

His words were needles, but I’d long since grown used to the sting. I curled my fingers into tight fists before letting them speak with deadly calm: You won’t break me. His head tilted, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, but I don’t have to break you,” he whispered, stepping back into the shadows like a vulture circling a carcass. “You’re already cracked. All I have to do is tap…” He tapped his fingers once, twice, thrice against the stone wall—each knock loud, deliberate. “And watch you shatter.” The echo lingered longer than it should have. He thought he could chip away at me until I collapsed into dust. He didn’t realize—I’d already shattered. And from shattered things, sharper edges are born.

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.

We are the lattice now. The fractured land stops bleeding. The rupture vacuum stalls. Ashcroft snarls. “You’re not stable enough.” “Watch me.” The baby steadies. The pain subsides slightly. Kade regains his footing. Kieran pulls himself from the fissure. The blood lattice expands. The fracture line shrinks. The earth groans one final time— Then seals. The ley line isn’t restored. But it’s no longer rupturing. We replaced it. Temporarily. Ashcroft steps back.