Shattering Novels & Stories

Puno ng determinasyon saaking tinig. "Friendship, hindi kita maintindihan." "Huwag kang mag-alala, hindi ka madadawit sa plano. At ang pangako ko sa'yo na mananatili lang ako rito ng isang buwan ay tutuparin ko pa rin iyon." "Jela, kahit habangbuhay ka ng tumira dito ay okay lang saakin. Ang hindi okay ay 'yang pinaplano mo. Hindi ako sang-ayon diyan."

Everyone are tipsy na dahil marami-rami na rin ang nainom namin. F-in-ocus ko muna ang tingin ko sa bola at sa pagsho-shoot-an ko. It passed almost four seconds bago ko i-shoot ang bola. Good thing, pumasok ito sa loob kaya rinig ko naman ang sigawan nila. Dalawang beses ako huminga nang malalim dahil ito na ang huli, dapat ma-shoot ko na 'to. This is my first time playing this game and I'm so nervous!

But he only tightened his grip, his lips continuing their relentless descent. Her mind was slipping into oblivion, drowning in a haze of fear and confusion. This was all she could do—beg. Beg him to stop hurting her, to stop this torment that clawed at her sanity. Each kiss and touch felt like a violation, an invasion that stripped her of her autonomy. But reality snapped back into focus when she realized he had broken her panties, the only clothing left covering her womanhood. Panic surged through her as the gravity of her situation hit her. She was exposed, vulnerable, and at his mercy.

Hinayaan ko na rin sila na saktan ako. Hindi ako umimik hanggang sa unti-unti kong naramdaman ang pagsara ng mga mata ko. The last thing I heard before fully losing consciousness was my brother's words. "You are a good for nothing trash. You are no longer my sister!" -- I woke up sweating so hard from my deep sleep. Tumingin ako sa salamin at nakita ko ang sarili kong umiiyak. What a terrible dream... Hanggang ngayon ay patuloy pa rin akong hinahabol ng araw na 'yon. Kahit pa ilang taon na ang nakalipas ay hindi pa rin ako natatahimik.

The pleasure was a tidal wave, crashing over me, pulling the air from my lungs. "ZAYDEN! LUCIAN!" I screamed, my body convulsing. My walls clamped down on Zayden, triggering his own release. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound as he buried his face in my neck, filling me with a searing heat. At the same moment, Lucian’s thumb applied the perfect, final pressure. I shattered. My vision went white, my voice failing as I slumped against the mahogany, my heart racing so fast it felt like it might stop.

Bago siya magwalk-out, hinarap muna niya si Shelly at pinagsabihan ulit. ​"Enjoy the sympathy while it lasts, Shelly. Gavinn loves broken things, but eventually? He gets tired of fixing them. And when he does, wala kang matatakbuhan." "You're right," mahinahong sagit ni Shelly sabay hakbang papalapit kay Luna. "Gavinn loves to fix what's broken. The difference is, broken things can still be repaired. But a rotten heart? Kahit gaano pa ito kaganda sa labas, mabaho pa rin kapag nabuksan. At least ako, hindi ko pinipilit na maging gano'n araw-araw."

Tinamaan ang kamay ko dahil isinangga ko ito para hindi matamaan si Rico. “Now you know what shattered really means."

Beautiful, but one wrong touch and it could shatter. I picked it up slowly, swirling the red liquid inside. It looked like blood under the light. Their gazes followed the movement, curious, skeptical. Then I slammed it against the edge of the table. The glass shattered in my hand, shards cutting into my palm. Blood dripped down onto the polished wood, mixing with the spilled wine. A few men gasped. One cursed under his breath. Damian’s hand twitched as if to grab mine, but I lifted it higher, showing them.

sabi ko, sabay iwas ng tingin. Agad akong tumalikod at halos nataranta sa pag-abot ng baso — only to be shocked when our hands accidentally touched. Sabay naming inabot ‘yon, but I held it first, kaya agad kong nabitawan nang maramdaman ko ang pagdampi ng balat niya sa’kin. CRASH! The sound of breaking glass echoed through the quiet kitchen. For a second, pareho kaming natigilan.

And I knew I had shattered it when I threw the wine bottle at it. Tahimik akong tumalikod at umakyat sa hagdan upang gumayak at pumasok na sa trabaho. Habang nasa loob ako ng shower ay pinagmasdan ko ang mga sugat sa aking kamay. Naalala ko na naman ang mga ginawa ko, tila nakaramdam ako ng pagsisisi dahil hindi ko nagawang kontrolin ang sarili ko. Napabuga ako ng hangin at tumingala sa tubig ng shower at hinayaang tumulo na naman ang luha ko. Mali ba ako?