Shattering Glass Book Novels & Stories

And I had let her die. I started drinking. Brandy, whiskey, vodka—anything to numb the inferno in my soul. But the alcohol did nothing. I took a shard of broken glass and dragged it across my forearm. The sting of it was a relief, a different kind of pain to focus on. "Boss! What are you doing?" Carlo burst in, snatching the glass away. "Let me die!" I struggled against him. "Let me go to her!" "What about the family? Your men?"

And God, feeling has never been safe for me. I stepped toward her and she moved back, inching away until her back hit the cold glass of the window overlooking the city. She was cornered—and I knew it. I placed both hands on the glass beside her head, caging her in. Not out of control, but out of desperation.

He reaches for me. "Don't touch me!" I grab the nearest thing. A cheap glass vase filled with dead flowers. I throw it. I don't aim for them. I aim for the floor between us. SMASH. The glass explodes. Shards fly everywhere, glittering like diamonds in the dim light. Water splashes onto Aureliano’s expensive shoes. Silence drops like a guillotine. They stare at the broken glass. They stare at me. I am heaving. My chest is tight. My hands are shaking.

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

Of something fragile and hopeful I'd crushed beneath my heel. The glass was heavy in my other hand. I lifted it, not in a toast, but in a gesture of utter futility. The amber liquid caught the dying light from the window. Free. With a sudden, violent surge of rage and despair, I hurled the glass against the stone fireplace. It exploded in a shower of crystal shards and whiskey, the sound shockingly loud in the silence. The liquid dripped like blood down the pale stone. I stared at the wreckage. The shattered glass. The spreading stain. The divorce papers. The ring.

I reached for the crystal tumbler that Damian always kept filled on his side. My fingers closed around the delicate rim. I lifted the glass, but before I could bring it to my lips, a sudden, inexplicable surge of power ran through my hand, my muscles tightening without my conscious command. A sharp, brittle CRACK ripped through the quiet room. The glass shattered in my grip. Not dropped. Shattered. The tumbler disintegrated into jagged shards and crystal dust.

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

And now I am standing in the wreckage of that loyalty, watching her try to rewrite it. She steps forward, her eyes wide, her mouth trembling. “Fiona, you have it all wrong. It’s not what you think~” I laugh. It’s a brittle, hollow sound that feels like glass cracking in my throat. “Why do people always say that? Every damn fucking time. First Edward, now you. You always say it’s not what I think, when it’s exactly what I think. It’s exactly what it looks like. You hurt me. You hurt our friend group. You shattered something that mattered.”

Ignoring her protests she pulled Laura back to the dark corner as Laura turned and looked at Steven with helplessness in her eyes. “Please… Come back to me…”Steven’s hoarse voice sounded and suddenly a huge glass appeared between Laura and Steven. Laura panicked and Steven started hitting that glass with full force, Laura also got rid of her mother’s grip on her arm and started hitting the glass with her bare hands. Soon, a crack appeared on the glass and with a huge sound the glass shattered into a million pieces cutting Laura’s hand in a severe way and blood rushing out of her hands like water. SHATTER ***

Adequate. I came back to the glass. Hit it once — dead center, full force. A vibration through the handle. No break. Hit it again — same point, slightly higher. A crack appeared. Horizontal. Spreading outward from the impact point across the surface of the glass. Third hit. The glass exploded. Not inward — outward, the water behind it doing the work, pushing the shattered pieces ahead of the rush as everything came out at once. A wave of it, spreading across the concrete floor in every direction.