Transformers Shattered Glass Au 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.

I might've been drooling at the beast of a car in front of me but I quickly looked back to my phone when the tinted window rolled down. A man cleared his throat and I found myself looking back up at him. He seemed to be in his mid twenties. He had his hair perfectly slicked back into a professional looking man bun. Dark Versace shades on his face, a sharp suit that screamed power, a and decent to big amount of tattoo's oozing out of it. "Get in." He blurted in a deep authoritative tone while quickly adjusting his shades, leaning his muscular arm on the space of the opened window.

Long nails clacked as he approached. “Shit,” Billy mumbled to himself. “Mr. Glass, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. Everything kind of spiraled out of control.” Billy stood from the bed and backed away. As he did so, Glass returned to his human form. He stood, his naked body huge and covered in bulging muscles. When he spoke, it was with his usual low rumble. “Relax. Do you really think I’d nurse you back to health only to kill you?”

Even the teachers seemed uneasy. She turned onto her side, glancing at her nightstand. The silver sand was gone. But just as she started to relax, a faint whisper echoed through her room. “Anna…” She shot up, heart pounding. “Who’s there?” Silence. Her eyes darted to the mirror across the room. A shadow moved. And then— The glass cracked. --- The Shattered Reflection Anna’s breath hitched in her throat as the mirror’s surface cracked, splitting into jagged lines that seemed to pulse with a strange, ominous energy. She couldn’t move, her body frozen in place as if the room itself was holding her captive.

Ready. "Of course you're here," I said, quietly, and felt something in my chest settle in a way it hadn't since I'd walked into the seal room. I looked down at the angel blade in my hand, glowing faintly in sync with Maia's fur and my own brand, the three of us resonating on the same frequency. I looked at Elias, who was watching me with an expression that was equal parts wonder and terror and love, the particular combination that I had learned was his version of you're the most impossible thing I've ever encountered and I would follow you anywhere. I looked at Marcus, who was staring at the drifting lights in the not-sky with his jaw set and his hands at his sides and the particular quality

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."

And God, feeling has never been safe for me. I stepped toward her and she moved back, inching away until her back hit the cold glass of the window overlooking the city. She was cornered—and I knew it. I placed both hands on the glass beside her head, caging her in. Not out of control, but out of desperation.

And I had let her die. I started drinking. Brandy, whiskey, vodka—anything to numb the inferno in my soul. But the alcohol did nothing. I took a shard of broken glass and dragged it across my forearm. The sting of it was a relief, a different kind of pain to focus on. "Boss! What are you doing?" Carlo burst in, snatching the glass away. "Let me die!" I struggled against him. "Let me go to her!" "What about the family? Your men?"

And my best friend that he is with now is going to pay. So here I was, standing by the refreshment table, holding up a fine glass of champagne and wondering why I never thought this was a good idea. While I dropped the glass on the neatly decorated table, my eyes met with a business man who looked like he was in his fifties. His eyes were beautiful to stare out and he still had that muscular frame. His beards and hair were also neatly cut, making me look at him twice. There was something about him that made me not be able to set my eyes off him.

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.