Victorious Broken Glass Song Lyrics Mga Nobela at Kwento

Janice stared out the window, her reflection staring back at her — sharper, colder, broken in ways no one could see. “They all think I’m the villain,” she murmured under her breath. “They don’t know what was taken from me.” Her father glanced at her through the mirror. “You embarrassed the family,” he said sternly. “You’re lucky this ended quietly.” Janice laughed softly — a sound with no humor in it. “Quietly?” she whispered. “My life was destroyed.” She closed her eyes, and Sarah’s face flashed in her mind. That woman. That child.

A voice interrupted from behind him. Rio, his personal assistant, stood there with a deeply worried expression. He stepped closer, trying to stop his boss’s hand as Jackson reached for a second bottle of wine. “The wedding has already happened. Please stop drinking so much, sir. Tomorrow—” Hearing that warning, what remained of Jackson’s reason, already consumed by alcohol and jealousy, snapped. “Shut up!” Jackson barked, his eyes red and blazing with fury. Crash! Without thinking, Jackson hurled the half-full bottle of wine with all his strength. The bottle flew past Rio’s head, shot through the air, and shattered against the marble wall behind him. Dark red liquid streamed down the wall li

She walks a step closer, “I didn't do this!” I turn my back against her and pour myself another shot and take it in a single gulp. “Those promises were made by a fucking idiot to a cheap slut. Now, see yourself out of my property.” The eerily quiet room is filled with her silent sobs. I can feel her eyes burning a hole in my back but I'm too numb to feel a thing. I could feel her retreating from me. My heart aches for her to stay but my head is in charge right now.“Tell Sophia she is fired for letting you in”.

Deafening. I look at the broken glass. I look at the water spreading across the linoleum. I sink to the floor. I don't cry. I don't have any tears left. I just sit there, surrounded by the wreckage of my independence. I won the fight. But looking at the empty room, I wonder if I just lost the war.

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

“..Now I am a warrior, a shooting’ star…know I got this far, had a broken heart….no one hears the silent tears collecting..’cause it’s being….weak that’s strong, in the truth I’ve found..I have courage now, gonna shout it out…teacher I feel the dots connecting….beat down on me, beat down like a waterfall..’cause I can take on so much more than I had ever dreamed…so beat down on me, beat down like a waterfall..cause baby I am ready to be free..” She smirked as the second man threw a punch that missed her arm. She took his stumble as the chance to take her right arm and smash it into his face sending him falling to the ground. The song continued to play as the first man finally stood back up.

I laughed bitterly, then throw the glass against the wall beside him,he flinches and looks at me like I'm a psychopath. " See the glass over there, that is what I became after trusting you. Do you think I'll do that again. You see Nik when trust is broken it can never fixed, like the glass over there. Even if you glue them back together it won't look the same. It will leave scars forever. So tell me Nikolas how do you expect me to trust you" I say bitterly "I don't know what else to say for you to believe me."he replies desperately

VICTOR I stormed into the house like a man possessed, kicking the door open so hard it slammed against the wall. My chest was burning, my fists tight, and I could barely breathe from the anger choking me. I grabbed the first thing I saw—a glass vase on the table—and smashed it into the ground. It shattered into a thousand pieces, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. “Victor!” my mother’s voice rang out. She rushed towards me, wide-eyed and worried. “What’s going on? What happened?”

♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ ♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ I'll pick up the pieces, though my heart is in pain, Embracing the darkness, as I dance in the rain. I'll find strength in my tears, and let them set me free, For one broken girl, will rise from this tragedy. ♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky,

he said, the words leaving him before he could stop them. Stupid. Bella blinked. “Th-thank you.” Silence settled between them, thick and humming. “What song was that?” he asked, grasping for control—for anything normal. “It sounded familiar.” She pushed a loose curl back beneath the towel. “A song I wrote with a friend. Eve. We called it Shine So Bright.” Of course she did, he thought grimly. Of course she created light. “I just wanted to check on you,” he said. “See how you’re settling in.”