Shattered -my-dark-past Novels & Stories

Shattered was my hope that I would ever get over this, that he might care, and that the darkness won’t take me. The ripple comes back and the memory fades. I wait for the next one to come, the one that follows, like my life is on a constant terrible loop of all the things in my life that broke me. But instead, my muscles twitch and my body becomes more aware, warning me that someone is near me. I tilt my chin up, waiting for them to speak, but no words come. I flinch away when something cool and gooey touches my eyelids. I turn my face from side to side, avoiding the strange-smelling paste until someone tightly grips my chin.

I was grateful you couldn't remember your dark past and how excruciating the pain might be. "Can you just leave me alone for a moment? I don't even want to see your face now, I yelled, my eyes are teary, my world is falling apart. Just leave here now before I become the murderer you don't want me to now I yelled as I break down on the floor holding my head and screaming my lungs out. I felt like a knife was cutting deep Into my heart.

Each shard mirrored the shattered fragments of my own existence, a stark representation of the pain that consumed me. I sank to my knees, the weight of my despair pressing me further into the cold embrace of the floor. The room spun around me, a kaleidoscope of shattered dreams and unfulfilled promises. How had everything become so complicated? How had I become entangled in a web of emotions that threatened to suffocate me?

My pulse thrummed, a war drum calling me deeper, pulling me toward Leo. The Crystal Society palace stretched ahead, a cavern of ruin where my grandfather once greeted the powerful and the damned. I stepped inside, boots grinding against shattered glass, and caught my reflection in the broken crystal mirror - a million jagged pieces staring back, each one a shard of me. My face splintered into chaos, eyes hollow, mouth twisted, as dilapidated as the walls around me. I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling the steady thud beneath my ribs, and wondered how something so whole could feel so fucking fractured.

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.

I would crash at a bar later that evening. I struggled to get up from the bed. My whole body ached as I got up. I became confused. I was broken, quite alright. I was too broken than I realized. But it was my heart that got shattered. How come my entire body is paying for it? It felt like my whole body was aflame. I could barely stand on my feet.

The past lingered in every corner of Elara’s life, like a shadow she could never quite escape. She had spent years trying to bury it, pretending that the trauma and betrayal that had shaped her were part of another world—a world she had left behind. But the truth had always been there, simmering beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed. And now, after everything she had uncovered, everything she had learned about her father’s corruption and Cassia’s complicity, Elara knew she could no longer run from it. It was time to confront her past head-on, to face the trauma that had defined her for so long.

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

The sound of glass shattering against the wall was satisfying, almost cathartic. I didn’t stop there. I grabbed another picture and threw it with all my strength, watching as it smashed into a million tiny pieces on the floor. Then another. And another. It felt good, so good to destroy every reminder of what we had been, of the man I thought I knew.

He thought he could control me, thought he could break me. But I’m not broken. I’ve been shattered, yes, but I’ll never be broken. My eyes shift to the papers scattered across the desk in front of me. The plans. The contracts. The tangled mess of failed attempts and dashed hopes. Each sheet of paper feels like a monument to all the mistakes I’ve made. But those mistakes are done. They can’t hold me anymore.