Books Like Shatter Me Novels & Stories

~ ANASTATIA ~ I'm really going to die. I don't even get to talk to Isabella after ignoring her calls for days just because of being stressed. I'm going to die. I never got to apologize to Damien for what mother did nor did I get to fuck– Then, with brutal force, I feel something tugging me backwards before I meet the hard ground, eliciting a wince from me as pain shoots through my skull due to the impact. I feel someone shaking me wildly as if I weigh nothing, their body shielding my face from the rain which continues to beat down on other part of me except for my face.

However, I do not have a timeframe for when I will be writing that one as of yet. My novel, "Ruined by my Bosses," is a CEO/Menage romance that is already live on the app with over 30k if you're looking for another book to read. I'm only writing one book at a time from now on, so it will be uploaded daily. I also have a completed quartet on the app that begins with, "Mated to the Alpha of the North," if you're looking for more werewolf romances. Each book focuses on one couple, but the story is interconnected and has wolves, bears, and dragon shifters.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

Please feel free to read my completed books on this platform: The Bad Boy's Problem The Debt Collector My Boss is Clueless The Wrong Brother A Chaotic Flower The Ugly One Excuse Me, I Quit! And my two ongoing books: Stalking Aaron Conquering the Bad Boy + Bonus story attached ( Lily Hates Me)

The Price of Defiance I made it to my bedroom before my legs gave out. My hands shook as I locked the door, pressing my back against the wood. The bravado drained from my body like water through a sieve, leaving behind the trembling, terrified girl I actually was. What had I done? Downstairs, voices erupted—my father's rage, my mother's tears, Victoria Ashford's cutting accusations. And beneath it all, Richard's voice, calm and controlled, like a predator deciding whether to pounce now or wait.

He demands. My body begins to shiver with anticipation. I bite my lip to stop a moan from falling from my lips. His hands have landed on my pussy. His fingers disappear between my folders, and I’m dying with need. “I want you to make me feel you.” His lips crash to mine, taking control of me. I close my eyes and fall into the passion. The kiss is fierce but not forceful. I open my eyes to seek out his emerald eyes, but instead of finding green eyes looking back at me, a set of hateful, murderess blue eyes stare back at me.

The two seconds it took for Bennett to complete his shift stretched on for what felt like an eternity, I could hear his bones cracking and could see them distorting over his skin at awkward angles. Midnight black fur erupting over his tan skin as if it were burning it away. He was beautiful. I was ashamed to admit that I was a little awe struck being this close to his wolf, to any wolf really. Those who hadn’t yet completed their first shift were kept away from the wolves as we couldn’t communicate yet through the pack link, and wolves were very volatile once provoked, but I couldn’t stop myself, I reached for him. His fur was jet black but in the dim lights of the apartment, it almost looke

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.

Dread welled up worse and worse, panic rising as I watched Gavin’s unpredictable anger come to life before me… and I was directly in the crosshairs. Chapter 2: Gavin The hunt had been a disaster. I was already furious about the mayhem I caused, so when I laid eyes on that scrawny wolfless girl in Hexen Manor, it was like she ignited the fuse inside of me. And the longer she looked back at me, the closer I was to detonating.

I was barely a century old, still learning to control my shift, my dragon magic untested in true battle. I remember her screams—not of fear but of suicidal rage, the broken bond driving her toward self-destruction in her grief. I remember the shadow creature that came in the night, drawn by her magical instability. I remember the burning pain as its claws raked my face while I stood between it and what remained of my family.