Shattered Sanity Novels & Stories

Don't let guilt or lingering pity destroy the fortress you worked so hard to build,* she told herself repeatedly, striving to regain her sanity from the whirlwind of wild emotions. However, just as Aria began to regain control and convince herself to let Lucas get through the night alone, a loud crash echoed from inside the room. *SHATTER!* The sound of thick glass slamming onto the floor was followed by a deep, pained groan from within. Aria’s heart seemed to stop beating instantly. Her body froze, startled by the destructive noise. Panic instantly washed away every hesitation she had just carefully constructed. Aria twisted the door handle and rushed into the room.

Sage's POV The dark energy poured from my body in waves, black tendrils lashing out like whips. I aimed at the infected woman and released a burst of shadow that slammed into her side and flung her across the room. She crashed into a stack of toys and fell to the ground, tangled in the wreckage. "Go!" I shouted at Milo. " Leave immediately" Milo ran. I turned to Clara. She was lying on the floor, her uniform torn, her arms covered in scratches and bruises. Blood seeped from a gash on her forehead, and her breathing was shallow and labored. She looked seriously injured, but she was still conscious.

Was this the reason behind his cold behavior and the decision to get back at me by cheating with Trina? The next thing that shattered the lingering face was the sound of papers being thrown at me, hitting my face. Xaden's next words stopped my heart for a few seconds, leaving my entire body numb. "Sign those divorce papers, and get the fuck out of this office and out of my life. A slut like you isn't fit to be a Luna." My heart shattered into a million pieces, and before my eyes, my world crumbled. Everything I had worked hard to build seemed to go down the drain because of an allegation I never committed. Or was this some kind of dream I was in?

If one of them is paying attention on me, he might be noticing the panic and sweats on my forehead and neck. My head was spinning around and I felt throwing up just remembering how he simply slit his throat as if the man said something unpleasant. I held the side of my head when I went to the other way where I can go home. It was already dark and ominous, but I still tried my best to get my sanity. “And where do you think you’re going?”

She was but a shadow of her former self, her psyche shattered and fragmented beyond any hope of repair. As she scratched and scribbled on the walls with wild abandon, her motions became frenetic, her voice a chaotic soliloquy known only to her. Her once-bright eyes had dulled, vacant of recognition or understanding. In her fractured mind, she had become a phantom, drifting through the desolate corridors of her own madness. The door to her prison groaned open, and she froze, gripped by primal terror. Her disheveled form quivered as a man entered, his presence a malevolent specter in her distorted reality. He settled into a chair before her, his gaze predatory, assessing, and cruel.

Black dots danced in my vision from the suddenness of the pain and I pressed my fingers hard into my temples, dropping the gun I stole. The pain from before was back—only worse. So much worse. The black dots grew in my vision and fear gripped me at the sudden blindness. I heard Gabriel’s footing cease and retreat back to me. “Suthard! What are you doing? Come on!” My head pressurized to the point where I could start to feel my limbs fail me. My body crashed onto the dirt road and I wasted no time letting the darkness encompass not only my sight, but all my senses. -

I try to forget it every time I see you, I see you I thought I could do it without it Now I know I need you, I need you This is turning into some kind of fucking amnesia, I need you Memories fade away Love is so crazy So break me and do it again tomorrow I almost forgot who we are I'll let you drive me crazy for another day Isn't this love madness, madness? Yeah... His fingers stopped playing the piano, he slowly moved them away, looking at the keyboard as his tears fell onto it. He touched the keys, frowning, his gaze fixed on one of the photographs. He took it in his hands and simply threw it towards the large window, watching it fall outside. He ran his hands through his hair, gasping, fa

Even the teachers seemed uneasy. She turned onto her side, glancing at her nightstand. The silver sand was gone. But just as she started to relax, a faint whisper echoed through her room. “Anna…” She shot up, heart pounding. “Who’s there?” Silence. Her eyes darted to the mirror across the room. A shadow moved. And then— The glass cracked. --- The Shattered Reflection Anna’s breath hitched in her throat as the mirror’s surface cracked, splitting into jagged lines that seemed to pulse with a strange, ominous energy. She couldn’t move, her body frozen in place as if the room itself was holding her captive.

Chapter Ninety One: Guilt The soft, rhythmic sound of the rain tapping against the windowpane provided almost a melancholic soundtrack to Rachel's thoughts. She sat alone in her small apartment, the dim light from the lamp casting long shadows on the walls. She stood stiff, her hands curled into fists where her nails had dug deep into her palms to steady some unevenly escaping breaths from her chest. The whirlwind of turmoil, guilt, and regret all swirled within her mind.

And, Dio mio, I don’t want her to fall into the same madness I’ve spent years drowning in. The world I live in, the world of the insane, isn’t for her. Not at all. It’s a realm of chaos, of madness and vanity, where sanity is lost in insanity. I’ve clawed my way to the top through the fractured minds and shattered thoughts that surround me. It’s suffocating. It’s a constant struggle because I have to maintain a grip on reality within the abyss of insanity. I don’t want that for her. But here she is, crumbling in front of me, pulling me to her like an invisible thread wrapped around my neck.