Novel & Cerita Walking On Broken Glass Meaning

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

The stale smell of liquor floated from them. A sharp crack underfoot, the sting of broken glass piercing my skin, jolted me awake. Wolves don’t get drunk easily, yet a wave of dizziness washed over me, disorienting. I swayed, nearly falling, as I pulled the shards from my foot. I left a trail of bloody footprints on the carpet as I made my way to the bathroom.

I stepped barefoot unto the broken glass. The first step sting jolted through me and I flinched, It wasn't new. Walking on shard had been my stepmom's twisted form of discipline. I thought I was numb to this kind of pain but I was wrong. Step by step, the sharp edges bit into my skin until my knees gave out and I crumpled to the floor. Blood pooled beneath me, warm against the cold tiles.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

The glass slipped from her hand and fell to the ground directly, scattering the broken shards everywhere on the ground. She just heard the sound of broken glass and didn't expect to step on a shard when taking a further step. Her feet fell to the ground where the broken shard was, it got stabbed into the feet, like a sharp need but larger, the pain only came a bit later but was great as the blood started oozing out like water.

ISLA The glass fell out of my hands. It crashed to the floor, cracking into several pieces as a hiss left my lips and I said, “ I'm sorry.” I tried to bend down to pick the shards but I clumsily stepped on it, it pierced my foot. “ Ugh!” I let out a grunt. “ Fuck.” I muttered under my breath. My eyes weren't clear, vision was blurry and my head was pounding. It felt like the world was spinning but I wasn't giving up, I went on my knees as I tried to use my fingers to pick them up.

I was crouched on the floor, still covering my head, paralyzed with fear. It took a moment, but I finally gathered the courage to look up and figure out what the hell had just happened. With my head lowered, I saw that I was surrounded by a sea of shattered glass. A large vase had also fallen, smashed into pieces on the ground. I wobbled, losing my balance in my heels, and instinctively put my hand down to steady myself. The problem was, I pressed right into the broken glass.

He’s probably given up on us. More tears roll down my cheeks as I curve myself into a tight, tiny ball. I shut my eyes, trying to forget this entire day ever existed when the unmistakable sound of shattering glass reaches my ears. I freeze, my eyes wide as I listen closely. Few seconds later, I hear it again; the sounds of glass hitting the marble floors followed by a low, pain-filled groan. I throw the covers off me and shoot to my feet. In my haste to check out what the hell is going on, I step on one of the shards of glass I broke myself and a loud wail escapes me at the piercing, blinding pain that shoots up my entire leg.

"Why don't I bring all the glass and crystal from the Dominion treasury and let you smash it piece by piece?" Seriously, this arrogant wolf—! "I didn't mean to drop it!" I huffed, my face burning as I looked away from his intense gaze. "Just... carry me out. I can't step down without cutting my feet to ribbons." The floor beneath me was covered in jagged fragments. If I put my bare foot down now, my soles would be torn apart before I reached the rug. Seeing that the sharp anger had drained from my face, Caelan walked over the threshold, stepping carefully over the broken glass with a faint, dangerous smile creeping onto his lips. "Isn't it much better when my human mate stops barking and sta