Shattered -my-dark-past Novels & Stories

The night sky looked beautiful but was as dark as my soul. I stood, and before I even knew it was in my hand, the glass I was holding shattered from gripping it too hard. The glass shattered as would my heart, slowly I heard a dripping sound hitting the ground, only it wasn't a martini… it was my fucking blood. I was filled with renewed anger and anxiety, the pills failed. Just then light from a headlight radiates through the room.

Henry*** The world shatters around me, a cacophony of destruction that echoes through my bones. Everything I’ve ever known is crumbling, slipping through my fingers like sand, and the storm inside me rages with an intensity I can’t control. I am its eye, the center of this chaos, and yet I am powerless to stop it. The darkness surrounds me, pulls at my insides, and all I can do is endure its cold, suffocating grip. The man I was… I can barely remember him. Only fragments remain, scattered like broken glass, and the creature I’ve become is all that’s left.

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.

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

I read until the sun came up and my tears ran dry. And I understood, finally, why Dante Marchetti's eyes were so cold. He'd married the daughter of his nightmares. And now we were both trapped in a house built on lies and blood.

“You adapted.” My Head Started to Hurt Sharp. Intense. “That’s not true…” But my voice trembled. Because something inside me Was starting to believe it “You were never meant to be human,” it said softly. That Broke Something “Shut up!” I snapped. My voice echoed violently through the space. The Room Cracked Like glass under pressure. “You were meant to be a vessel.” “I SAID STOP!” The Darkness Shattered Exploding outward And suddenly I was back. Reality Crashed Into Me

He can’t even find a shoulder when he’s shattered, when he’s mourning. “I’m sorry," I said again, fighting back my tears… He frowns harder. “What the hell are you sorry for?” “For not seeing any of this before today.” I point at the bottles, at the frame, at him, but my hand feels slow, like it’s moving through water. “You look like complete shit, Steve. Not the normal tough-guy look you always have when you’re trying to scare people or fuck me. The real broken kind of shit.

My shadows writhed faster, sharper, hungrier. And something inside me snapped. The voices didn’t vanish. They blended. They became one roar, one scream, one command pounding through my skull. ENOUGH. The shadows burst outward, a violent wave that shook the stands. People stumbled, screamed, some still chanting, some fleeing. The ground beneath my feet cracked in jagged lines, spiderwebbing across the arena. Resin shards exploded off my chest, my arms, my shoulders, scattering like black glass. The embalming was gone. The storm was mine.

"you are mine Gracie... your fears, tears.... I'm going to completely shatter you until you know nothing else but my name " "You got all you wanted, you got your revenge, you'veruined me... my life... I'll never live a normal life... I'll always have nightmares of you,..you already took so many of years.... I will never be able to get them back ....you won Hayden, I'm already shattered, you should be satisfied " I whispered staring into his searing gaze. "But I'm not. not even close " Next thing I was flattened between him and the wall, he didn't stop until I was pressed against the hard muscles of his chest.