To Shatter The Night Novels & Stories

With a trembling hand, fueled by a surge of anger and sadness, I gripped the vase tightly. A surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins as I hurled the vase against the wall with all the force I could muster. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room, the shards scattering across the floor like fragments of my broken spirit. Each shard mirrored the shattered fragments of my own existence, a stark representation of the pain that consumed me.

Even if he dies, I will never return to the man who ruined me over and over again. "Oh God, I love this song!" I stood up and cried on the dance floor. I laughed after the toxic and said thank you next to play, as if I was playing. That is true. Remon seems to be every man in Ariana's song. He thought me to be in love and broke me into pieces. I learned to wait, but I waited for nothing, and tonight I would not allow her to ruin my hard work.

But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that every ounce of pain I’ve endured in my life has turned me into something sharp, something that bites back. He doesn’t know that I don’t just break, I shatter , and I take down whoever’s closest when I do. I feel the nausea curling tighter in my chest, but underneath it, something else bubbles: anger. No. Rage .

My breathing ceased from breathing and fear made my heart stop as I read the paper. I fall back to the chair, clutching the letter in my hand. Hurriedly, I skim the other papers in the pile, each one confirming even more that Stephan Night was the man behind that dreadful night. I found the last letter in the stack. 15 December To Stephan Night, I have made progress on my developments, and I am pleased to declare that I have succeeded on breaking the imprint bond. I would recommend that you proceed with the Gathering so we can get this done as quickly as possible.

Let me ask you, Did you experience waking up in the middle of the night? Was it because of a nightmare? From falling? Or A dream of dying? Without hesitation, tonight, she would surely make herself aware of the truth.

‎ ‎And that nickname ‎that awful, forgotten nickname ‎slammed into me like a truck. ‎Before I could speak ‎ ‎A gunshot shattered the night. ‎ ‎Everything went dark. ‎

unstoppable. “We will end her... tonight.”

She was just froze in her place. " Come sweetheart, Be my date tonight. Let me admire you." let him have what he wants, let him destroy the broken angel in this dangerous night. Cuz there is always a light of a hope after every dangerous night. Next will be uploaded soon!!

Broken shards of glass lay scattered on the floor, mirroring the shattered pieces of her heart. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a silvery glow upon the chaos. Aria's eyes fixated on the fragmented reflection, the cracks becoming symbolic of the pain and confusion consuming her. She closed her eyes, a quote she had once read resurfacing in her mind. "Don't tell me the moon is shining. Show me a glint of light on broken glass."

I sighed, feeling my resistance crumble. "Damnnn...this is gonna be one hell of a night..."