Novel & Cerita The Shattering Book

While his body was ripped into pieces and no place in the library was free of blood. "Mike." I said barely above a whisper while tears kept on falling from eyes. My whole world had shattered into pieces and dust. *** Keep reading the book for more awaited fun especially in the next chapter. Love, EemanFaisal25

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

Emails, screenshots, photos, and one audio file labeled "Mirabel Confession." I looked at Evelyn. She was staring at Sylvia like she didn't know whether to thank her or hit her. "Why now?" Evelyn asked. "Why come back now and give us this?" "Because my mother almost died in that car accident. And sitting in that hospital, watching her sleep, I realized life is too short to keep holding on to lies." Sylvia's voice cracked a little. "I don't want to be the person who stays silent while people I used to care about destroy themselves over something that wasn't their fault."

A PAWN & A KING ~ALICE’S POV~ I was still standing there, staring at the door Noah had just walked through, trying to piece my sanity back together. But that was the thing about sanity. Once it cracks, it doesn’t take much to shatter. A low groan cut through the silence. I turned slowly, my stomach flipping as I saw Edward stir on the floor. Another groan, and he rolled onto his side, wincing as he dragged himself up onto his elbows.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

**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

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school. It's currently 6 am and I'm already dressed for school which doesn't start until 8. I could barely sleep after the events of last evening. I was dreading walking through the beige halls of Greenhall and seeing the disdain on the faces of hundreds of elitist kids. They already despised me, who knows what they'll do to me now? Of course, Jackie will never let anything happen to me but just how can she protect me from the messages I've already begun to receive?

I said. He slipped out of the room, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of the penthouse. The fire in the hearth crackled, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished marble floor. I sat on the edge of the sofa, my hand resting protectively over the mahogany trunk containing the Shattered Mirror. My spine. My salvation. Twenty minutes passed like a slow agonizing torture. Every creak of the hotel walls made me flinch. Every gust of wind against the glass sounded like Lir’s voice whispering threats into the dark.

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.