Wings Of Shattered Sorrow Novels & Stories

“They were supposed to wait.” “Wait for what?” she gasped. “For leverage,” he said flatly. “Not chaos.” Sirens wailed behind them. The city blurred past the windows, people oblivious to the war tearing through a black car in their midst. Isabelle’s breath came in sharp, panicked pulls. Her chest felt too tight, her vision narrowing. Dante cupped her face suddenly, forcing her to look at him. “Breathe,” he ordered. “With me.” She shook her head. “I can’t”

Samantha No! No! Please don’t hurt me are the words I hear floating through the air. I didn’t realize that those words had fallen from my lips. I stare into a pair of steel blue eyes that hold so much hate. I wonder why this is happening to me, but there’s no time to answer that question; there’s only time to ask how I will survive.

She wrote about the nightmares she had, the guilt that kept her awake, the fear that one day her own daughters would find out what she had done and hate her for it. At the end, she wrote: "I don't expect you to forgive me. I don't even expect you to understand. But I need you to know that hurting you was the worst thing I have ever done, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to be the kind of person who would never do something like that again. I love you, Evelyn. I always have. And I'm so, so sorry." I folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. I didn't feel forgiveness yet. But I felt something shift inside me, just a little. A crack in the wall I had built around my heart.

We jump on him, pinning him down with all our weight in his wings. “I’m not dying! Not today!” He struggles against us but it’s useless. He is seething with rage as he speaks. “I begged for death but you are three hundred years too late!” He roars but it doesn’t seem like his words are directed at us. “They will know suffering!” The main bone connecting his wings to his back cracks. “Your children…” his eyes are glazed over, their gold is turning red. “They will know suffering!” He tugs with so much force that one wing detaches from his body.

He knew all along that he had a mate and that he would be mating with her soon but yet he'd shown me so much happiness, given me hope to dream and presented me with the wings to fly and soar high but there I was sky high, only to have my hopes dashed and my wings stolen from me in mid air. So I'm falling down now, heart first, into the darkness, into the oblivion, into the abyss of pain and bitterness. I'm falling so deep that I don't know if I can be saved or rather if I want to be saved. Life would be so much easier without these tormentous emotions.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

Then got closer to her, “Let me remind you what happens when you let other males touch you.” His voice roars through the club. In seconds, Ozzy and Milo appear, drawn by the shouting. Mama G looks down, her face hollow, broken. Red raising an eyebrow, sharp, “Was I supposed to let her fall on her face? On the cobblestones? In the cold?” Riko seething, “Yes. You should’ve let her fall.” Then finally looked at Red, “Then call me to pick her up.” Raven bows her head, voice flat and empty. “I’m sorry.”

I can see the faint outline of what looks like wings spread behind her. Wings of fire that seem to take the shape of a heart… A piercing scream rips through the air as her power increases tenfold and surges into the sky, emanating in waves around her. I see the swirls of the flames behind her move before I see a tiny part of her left wing snap and shrivel into embers of ash. It’s too blinding to look at, and I’m forced to avert my gaze.

A PAWN & A KING ~ALICE’S POV~ I was still standing there, staring at the door Noah had just walked through, trying to piece my sanity back together. But that was the thing about sanity. Once it cracks, it doesn’t take much to shatter. A low groan cut through the silence. I turned slowly, my stomach flipping as I saw Edward stir on the floor. Another groan, and he rolled onto his side, wincing as he dragged himself up onto his elbows.

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.