The Glass Is Already Broken Novels & Stories

But to Adrian, it probably meant something. My fingers tightened. I thought about Leo. About the scar under my shirt. About Marcus saying I was getting too close, losing focus. About Aurora Winters dying alone on a bedroom floor. My hand opened. The glass fell. It hit the hardwood with a crack that split the silence. Crystal exploded. Shards scattered across the floor, glittering like diamonds. I stood there. Staring at the destruction. A laugh bubbled up. Small at first. Then bigger. I had broken his glass. His special, precious glass.

She reached for the glass of wine that had been a source of solace, her hand trembling. With a forceful motion, Isabella hurled the glass towards the wall, a primal scream escaping her lips as the glass shattered into countless shards, scattering across the office floor like a constellation of broken dreams. The room echoed with the sound of destruction, a reflection of Isabella's shattered hopes and her own internal turmoil.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

, I said her and she immediately went to get the dustbin to take the broken glasss from here. I looked down the glass thinking about my life, the hopes he built in me and love I had on him is broken by his own hands similarly like this broken glass. There is no difference between the bowl and me atleast it can express it is broken for everyone, unlike me who is even scared to admit to others that I am broken beyond repair.

She replied anxiously, still standing at the same spot, far away from me. "I'm just here for a girl talk." I chuckled. I stood up and headed to her mini bar and took out a wine and observed it for a moment, then turned back to her and smiled. "I must say your taste has really improved. One of the benefits of rubbing on what doesn't belong to you. But be warned, everything that has an advantage comes with disadvantages." I chuckled again. I took out a glass and opened to wine. I took the first gulp then handed over to her, then it came to my conscious when she stood there disapprovingly watching as I hand over a glass of wine to her.

Lucas asked, sounding confused. “I know you have a gun on you, shoot the glass. It’s bulletproof , I can’t break it without drawing attention to us because they are going to wonder how I did it , because even a gun can’t break it. So shoot at it and then I will break it further. ”I said, stepping in front of him. “Sophia, I ca………” Lucas was cut off by the sound of glass breaking. He looked at me, and saw that my eyes quickly went black and then back to normal again.

I gasp; Gideon has to jump backwards to stop the glass from breaking over his feet, we’re both watching the glass bottles shatter and splinter into the dirt. “Well, I’m going to say Dutton and Winston are right about the drink.” GIdeon says with disgust; he doesn’t say anything else as he steps over the broken glass and heaves himself into the van. I don’t move closer until he’s got his back to me and I can tiptoe over the glass without looking like some dainty little girl. I have boots on but the amount of glass still makes me nervous. At the Acadmey, there's a literal pit of glass that I’ve seen girls as young as ten throw grown men into, the screams that come from those men haunt my night

Like gravity itself had been stretched thin. The liquid inside it suspended mid-air, droplets hanging like fragments of a frozen moment. The man glanced at it. Then back at her. “Small change,” he said. “But watch what happens next.” Aria’s focus locked in. The glass continued to fall. But the world around it— Didn’t match. A server moved past. Too fast. A hand brushed the table. Too slow. The timing fractured. Misaligned. And then— Impact. The glass shattered. But not cleanly.

He badly needed some alcohol. "One Whiskey on rocks please". He sat on the bar stool at the counter placing his order. It was served in no time. And gulped in another. "One more". He tapped his glass for a refill. And again it went down in one go. "One more". He tapped the glass again but this time he didn’t gulp it down. He just held the glass in his hand feeling the cold of ice seeping through the glass into his palm.

Adrian's POV The photographs slipped from my trembling fingers, scattering across the polished wooden floor like broken pieces of a life I no longer recognized. The room fell silent. No. Not silent. The sound of my breathing echoed through the mansion. Ragged. Uneven. Painfully loud. The half-empty glass of Scotch remained forgotten in my hand before it slowly slid from my grip, crashing against the marble floor. Amber liquid spread across the white surface with glittering shards of glass, but I didn't even flinch.