Shattered Series Book Novels & Stories

Bennett pleaded, he looked almost broken. “Does anyone know?” I had to know if my father knew. “Ace has a feeling, but I haven’t confirmed it.” “How does Ace know?” “I’ve always felt a pull towards you my entire life, I know we used to be close as kids, you were so… alive back then, so full of joy and hope, even though you were treated like a house guest you never let that deter you. You were fiercely protective of Ace and of me, I was in awe of you even when we were ten. But then you changed, you stopped spending so much time with us, the light you held within you dimmed as every year passed, I figured you just didn’t like spending time with us as much anymore and Ace wouldn’t talk about it

Pulling one of the frame pieces out of the mess, I heaved it with all my strength and shattered the glass. I could get in now, but the snake could also get out. It dropped to the ground and headed for the opening, then shied back, moving slowly and gingerly. The broken glass cut at its scales. It was so desperate for food, it came at me anyway and let the glass slice it to ribbons. That gave me an idea. I picked up a particularly large shard of glass and waited.

Shards of glass sprayed everywhere, raining down on my hair and my coat. Everything went silent.

We pulled away slowly, leaving her there in the dust. She shrank in the rearview mirror, finally collapsing on the pavement, like some broken toy left behind. I did not feel a thing. She chose her road, and I set the final scene. She wanted to play traitor; she had to be ready for the fallout. Seth? His time in the clink was anything but a cakewalk. I had made sure to pull some strings early that morning. Given his crimes and the fact that he had lost everything, along with the coldness I could not quite hide, it was inevitable that he would be taught a harsh lesson by someone: what it felt like when everyone turns against you.

"To be honest, after the accident, I lost my will to live. Without both of you, I didn't know what to do. Then I got to learn that Christopher Stallion was behind everything and was keeping you both alive to extract information from you. Finding you both was what drove me. Being a novice, I made a lot of mistakes but Shawn was there for me. Many times I nearly died, he was there to save my life." Andre stared at Valerie briefly and back at Queen before sighing, "Shawn seems like such a great man. I will be happy to meet him when I am strong enough to move. I need to properly thank him for everything he did, especially keeping my princess alive." Queen smiled, "Of course you will. Meanwhile,

Faced below, he watched in complete awe, not knowing what to do. He furrowed with a crease before the glass shattered. He dropped in instantly, thus the lights faded. Series Name : Born By Power Sequel Name : The Uprise Of Hell (Book 2) Chapter : Chapter 16 ; Hell 1 Feedback / Question :

**This is the third book in the Guardians Next Generation Series. It can be read as a standalone book but will have references to events that occurred in Shattered Bonds. This book will run in a parallel timeframe to Shattered Bonds. Events in this book will overlap with events in that book. Maeve Three Years Ago

**This is the third book in the Guardians Next Generation Series. It can be read as a standalone book but will have references to events that occurred in Shattered Bonds. This book will run in a parallel timeframe to Shattered Bonds. Events in this book will overlap with events in that book. Maeve Three Years Ago

I can barely feel myself breathing. “You like what you see, honey?” Raven's voice booms. “Liam is quite an artist, don't you think?” He echoes again. His words are hardly getting into my ears. Suddenly, I feel him pull me to my feet. I stand on trembling legs, watching my husband's life drift away before my very own eyes. I've never felt this broken before. This shattered. Raven pulls me flat against his chest and kisses my neck so Michael can see. Michael reacts just like Raven wants, and he basks in my husband's helplessness.

Only this time the broken thing was not a vase, not a toy, it was his life. Sitting beside him, she reached for a handkerchief on the nightstand and wiped at his cheeks. Her heart shattered at the sight of him–this proud, stubborn man reduced to a trembling boy again all for one useless woman. “You are my strong boy,” she murmured gently, cupping his jaw. “Don’t think about it. Yulia doesn’t even deserve your tears.” Franklin gave a dry laugh, bitter. “I’m not even thinking about Yulia,” he confessed, ruffling his hair, “If I felt this betrayed, this gutted, then I wonder how Thalia must have felt when I…when I threw the divorce papers at her face.”