The Shattering Book Novels & Stories

I waited a long time, but he just couldn't stop. Finally, I let myself lean gently against his shoulder and closed my eyes. "Dad…Mom… I'm sorry…" I could feel someone shaking me, but I couldn't open my eyes no matter how much I tried. "Open my eyes and look at me, Kate! Please don't do this! I'll take you home! I'll take you right now!" The moment he lifted me, my hand slipped down limp and weightless, like a puppet with its strings cut. Jason froze for a moment, his body trembling hard.

A memory of that day flashed forward in my mind, it was so intense I felt my knees buckle and I vaguely could feel them crack as they hit the tiled floor. My father had stopped cutting the second he heard Ace come home from practice, “Next time, you’ll have to learn to be more quiet- or else I might have to bring Ace down here and practice on him instead.” Bile rose in my throat, quiet, I could do that. “Wait here for an hour or so, then figure out a way to untie yourself.” His receding footsteps were all I heard, I was too weak with the loss of blood to open my eyes. I’ll just rest here until I can open them… and then I faded into nothing “What the fuck was that Aurora?” I came too as Benne

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 Price of Defiance I made it to my bedroom before my legs gave out. My hands shook as I locked the door, pressing my back against the wood. The bravado drained from my body like water through a sieve, leaving behind the trembling, terrified girl I actually was. What had I done? Downstairs, voices erupted—my father's rage, my mother's tears, Victoria Ashford's cutting accusations. And beneath it all, Richard's voice, calm and controlled, like a predator deciding whether to pounce now or wait.

She was a hollow shell of a person who was losing herself everyday. She was a broken doll just like her fractured marriage and destroyed destiny. ━━━━━━━━━━ So how was the first chapter you all?

My knees felt hollow, incapable of supporting my weight. I sat down directly on the freezing porcelain tile floor beside the tub. I pulled my knees into my chest, wrapping my arms tightly around my legs to stop the violent shivering that seized my frame every evening. I leaned forward, resting my cold forehead against the slippery, wet porcelain rim of the bathtub, letting the warm steam wash over my face while tears silently tracked down the bridge of my nose, dripping into the bathwater below. What do I do? the question screamed in my head over and over, a relentless, deafening chant. Dear God, what do I do?

For a moment, I thought it might hold. But then, with a sickening crack, the wolf shattered them apart, silver fragments scattering across the floor. The force knocked Benedict backward, her body slamming against a shelf that collapsed on top of her. “Benedict!” Shantel cried. “Princess.” Kaela tugged at me, but I shook my head, snatching my hand from her grasp. “We can't leave. We have to help them.” I said, rushing to Benedict, I tossed the book to Keala and joined Shantel as we both tried to lift the shelves off Benedict.

"Nice speech... too bad it won't save you. Oh, and if you hoped that your tablet would send a signal for help, don't hold your breath. I have a scrambler covering this place ten miles in each direction." My final failure... but I'd tried. I had done my best. As my eyes closed, too heavy to hold them open, I could only hope that history would judge me kindly. Assuming there was anyone left to write it. I heard a shot, but this time, nothing else hurt. I wanted to look, but I couldn't move. Something landed on me... something heavy. The crowd erupted, some people screamed, there were more gunshots. Then I heard an enormous crashing noise, like a massive boulder erupting through the roof over o

Chapter 56: On a Throne Of Blood and Shadow The moment my fingertips skimmed the surface of the book, the world crumbled. I wasn’t falling. I wasn’t flying. I was unraveling. A million shards of reality shattered around me, warping, folding in on themselves, each with a flickering image—glimpses of things that were, things that could be, things that never were. And at the center of it all—

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.