Shattering Book Novels & Stories

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

I wanted to be your partner, not your project. He turned the page. You made me feel beautiful and broken at the same time. And that contradiction lived in me like wildfire." Page after page, her voice bleed through. Raw. Honest. Forgiving in some places. Devastating in others. By the time she was finished, Killian was holding the book with white knuckles. If you ever find your way back to me, I won't make it easy. Because love shouldn't be easy. But if you're still willing to fight. then maybe we have a chance."

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

Shards hung in the air like frozen rain, each reflecting a different horror: wolves devouring their own young, vampires burning in sunlight, a child with eyes of starlight tearing open its mother’s chest. Then the shards fell. And the bleeding began. Blood poured from the broken frame—not dripping, pouring, as though the wall itself had been wounded. The court surged to its feet. Cassius whirled, instincts flaring. “What in the—” Another mirror shattered. Then another. Blood sprayed across tables, across faces. Goblets overturned. People slipped in it, fell, trampled. Panic ignited like wildfire. Seraphine seized the moment. She drove the dagger upward—straight for Cassius’s heart.

The edge we'd leaned over hadn't simply broken; it had ruptured, and I was left crouched in the wreckage, with the taste of shattering on my tongue and want and the cold bitter tears of the ash and mine, aware that the destroying plummet was yet to come. The taste of shattering was all I had.

The crowd began to murmur, a low, chaotic sound that filled the room. "She speaks of children and joy," I said, looking back at the cameras. "But what she did was ensure my home was shattered. She led me down a road where I was broken. She led me to a place where I was... tempted." I looked at Steve as I said the word. He didn't move, but a slow, dark smile spread across his face. "So yes, she survived," I finished. "But the truth is finally breathing, too."

I sat under the big tree behind the library.It was the only place that still felt untouched by whispers and stares. The air was still, like the world paused just to watch me break. A soft breeze brushed my cheek, but it couldn’t dry the tears already falling. I buried my face in my palms and let the sobs escape. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “I just... In fact,I had not enough reason to set her up badly.

Because in that moment, we weren’t broken. We were whole. And this was just the beginning of our new dawn. THE END THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

The book quivered in resistance to her touch, and the chains tightened around Vincent even more tightly. Vincent cried out, “Camela!” She screamed back, gripping the cover tightly with both hands and pulling it apart forcefully. The book tore cleanly down the middle. The noise wasn’t the sound of paper tearing. It was flesh ripping apart. Her chest burned, as if something inside her was ripped too. She stumbled forward, gasping for air, blood smearing her lips. The chains broke apart, exploding into sparks. Vincent caught her and held her shivering body with horror in his eyes.

Tanya yelled, "Useless! I knew you'd fail. Fine! If you don't hurt her, you can both die!" The lights went out, and smoke filled the air. Lillian's heart sank as flames erupted around them. Tanya had set the studio on fire, trying to kill them. Lillian rushed to the door, but it was locked. She pounded it, crying out, "Help! Is anyone out there? Tanya, you lunatic, let me out!" The fire grew fiercer. Elton, panicked, pulled her back. His life didn't matter, but Lillian couldn't die there.