Shattered Sea Mga Nobela at Kwento

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

Their eyes met in the pale silver light. Two hearts, both shattered, both carrying the same wound. The waves crashed behind them, carrying the tension of what was to come.

Sea was just not anybody, Sea is her lover. “You can now leave me alone. Never speak to me or to our group ever again. Never mention to anybody about our plans, and I assure you that you are safe,” Sea told my mum, and I heard her voice crack, making me want to just go and comfort her because that crack made me realize how she was on the verge of crying. I couldn’t blame her, I wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of breakup too and would for sure cry my ass out if it happens to me.

Kairos's POV The sea continued to recede behind me, dragging itself back to its proper place as I burst through the water. But the damage had been done. The sand was littered with seaweed and broken objects, including wood, metal scraps, and shattered glass. The beach was no longer a beach; it was a graveyard, and I stumbled forward, blinking rapidly. My vision on land was poor at night. I could see a grain of sand shift miles away in the water, but up here, everything blurred into a dull muddled mess. The same was true for all merpeople. However, I was able to see enough of the destruction.

Tonight, the rain came down like the day Edgar and Silas kicked me out of the car. But this time, things were different. I was standing under the eaves, watching them get drenched. They looked like a total mess, and their suits were all wrinkled. Silas was the first to speak up. "Cecilia! The board fired us, and now, we're blacklisted in the industry! We can't even get a job! How could you do this to us?"

"I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered." Isla didn't know what to say. Her rage had been such a faithful companion. Letting it go now was like skydiving without a parachute. "And what of Vivienne?" she asked, not wincing when she spoke the name. "You were betrothed to her while leaving me notes under my door." Killian let out a slow breath, the guilt weighing his shoulders down.

My tastes weren’t easily matched by someone who I couldn’t tame. I wanted to get shitfaced drunk and forget that Lena ever existed. Forget that I’d thought that I loved her. That I’d been willing to forget about finding my mate just to be with her. Turning down the radio, I looked out on the water as I drove. The sounds of the sea soothing me, reminding me of nights spent on the beach with my friends. Bonfires and booze, laughing while Conrad had played his guitar. Before he’d found his mate, back when we’d all been mostly single.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Broken and Listening Sera pov The voices filtered through the haze of medication like radio stations cutting in and out. Male. Deep. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache even through the fog of painkillers. Aiden. My mate. The one who didn't want me.

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.