Victorious Broken Glass Song Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Break it!” His voice echoed through the room, a primal roar filled with urgency. His power radiated outward as his subordinates scrambled to help. They pounded against the container, using everything they had, but still, the glass didn’t yield. Ainsley’s hands were bloodied, the force of his blows breaking the skin, but it didn’t matter. He kept hitting, kept fighting, desperate to save the woman he loved.

The door clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. My calm façade finally cracked as I picked up my wine glass and hurled it across the room. The glass shattered against the wall, red wine splattering like blood on the pristine white paint. I took a deep breath, trying to regain control, but the fury and fear coiled inside me like a viper. Sophia Grey was a threat—one that needed to be eliminated before she could do any more damage. I wasn’t going to sit idly by and watch everything I had fought for crumble. I needed to act, and soon.

I whispered. Tears fell together with the glass I was holding. I hurt how it broke, but I have no interest in looking at its broken pieces. What was the reason looking at that scattered parts of the glass? I was like that; broken scattered into pieces, and lost in the field. I don’t have any direction to follow. Not a single compass helps me to go the right way. I was like that glass, steadfast, having heart aches, heaviness, and unknown future.

With another gasp, she threw her head back to his chest with a satisfied smile. “Free rounds for good girls, feel free to ask for more.” He one again grabbed her neck to choke her lightly. 🎶 Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone Tear me to pieces, skin to bone. Hello, welcome home. 🎶

"And I need to get to work with an open mind." “I am resting.” I failed horribly at holding back my laughter. God, I had missed this. "I wasn't planning to fuck you though," he said, "we can't be fucking every other day like animals, can we, my love?" "But..." he then added, "These two weeks won't be good for you I promise." He let me go right then. "The game is over," he said shortly, "hurry up get prepared I'd stop you by when I'm going down town."

[SFX: ISLAND. NIGHT. WAVES. THEN GLASS BREAKING.] Three days of peace. Three days of 167 BPM steady. No blood. No Valeria. No Knight Tower. Just Adrian bringing me ginger tea. Levinson checking monitors. Me learning what sand sounds like at 2 AM. Then the glass broke. [SFX: FOOTSTEPS. BARE. RUNNING.] Adrian was on me before I screamed. One arm around my waist, other hand over my mouth. Not to silence. To _protect_.

He stood up, the glass still in his hand. “She doesn’t define me.” “But she marks you. Like an open scar. The thing inside the capsule felt it. It used that. Made you believe you would be seen, understood… loved.” “Enough!” he roared, throwing the glass against the wall. The shards scattered like small screams of glass. He was breathing hard, fists clenched, eyes moist. He wasn’t crying. But he was close. “I’m not weak.” “No, you are broken,” the beast replied with icy calm. “And if you don’t understand where the cracks are… someone will always use them.”

he said, lifting my wrist adorned with a thin business watch. "It suits you even better than I imagined." The right hand of the man who had signed countless merger deals trembled slightly from nervousness. "If you don't want to wear it on your ring finger, you can wear it on a necklace first," Albert added cautiously. I shook my head with a smile, about to let him slide the ring onto my finger, when a deafening crack of breaking tempered glass cut me off. Shards sparkled through the air as Jeff burst in like an untamed beast.

"Can you give me back those three years? Can you bring back the child I lost? There's no starting over for us. A broken mirror stays broken. You can piece it back together, but the cracks don't disappear." I picked up a pen from the table and threw it at his chest. "Sign, Mr. Caruso." Victor couldn't hold himself up anymore. He sank to the floor inch by inch until he was sitting against it. "I won't... this isn't right... Delora, you still love me..."