Emmaline Shatter Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

I choked, gasping for air as black tendrils clawed at my skin. But behind her I saw my son still crying, reaching toward me. And that was enough. “I've had enough of you, bitch!” My scream echoed like thunder. The room shook. Candles shattered. Cracks ripped through the floor. The air exploded with power so intense it knocked everyone off their feet. I caught Emmalaine by the wrist as she stumbled back, her eyes widening.nFor a moment our souls touched. Emmalaine gasped, choking, her eyes turning white for a split second.

I don't feel like the exiled mate who is crying in the back of a car. As I throw the shuttle for the first time, the sound echoes through the rafters like a bone breaking. Or a bond snapping. I think of Lir in his cold Northern study, staring at his spreadsheets. I think of Elara in her silk gowns, playing at being Luna. I am coming for your prestige, I think, the silver thread flashing in the lamplight. I am coming for the one thing you love more than me—your pride. By the time the sun breaks over the horizon, the first inch of the shattered mirror armor is complete. It is jagged, but it is beautiful, and it is the most rational thing I have ever done.

Ella never imagined things would turn out like this. She didn't even have time to dodge. The sword came down hard, slicing a chunk of flesh from her shoulder. The pain sent her collapsing back onto the bed. Her eyes flooded with tears as she cried out, unwilling to accept reality. "Why are you doing this to me? I nearly died giving you that child! And you still want to kill me?!" Prince Alexus actually laughed in rage, pointing at her as he roared, "My child? Do you even know what royal offspring look like? Every single one is born with blood-red eyes—never blue! You dared betray me!"

The tension between us was palpable as we made our way back to the cabin, the rain still lashing against the windows. Carter’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. I could feel his anger, his confusion, pulsing through the car like an electric current, but neither of us spoke. What Samuels had said kept playing over and over in my head: Langford’s just as much a part of this as Damien was.

She said, “Who's gonna drive? Not me.” With that, she took the largest gulp I'd ever seen. I snatched the bottle from her hand, but she held it with such a tight grip. It ended up slipping through both our hands and shattered against the cold tiles. “Cute.” Emma said, smiling maniacally. “It just made the same sound as my heart.” She smiled sadly and went back up. I felt so many things. Both of us had just lost a baby, a baby I only knew I had when it was dead. I had every right to be pissed as hell too.

It hits me then — she’s not strategic anymore. Not composed. Not elegant. She’s broken. Broken in a way she’s trying to mask with control. “Why her?” she whispers. It’s not a question of hate. It’s a wounded animal’s sound. “Why is it always someone else? Why is it never —” She stops herself. Her throat works like swallowing glass. Silence. Heavy. Real. Her eyes fill with water — one drop, then she forces it back. “You’re destroying yourself,” I say quietly.

With every attempt, my heart sank a little more. "Ethan… please… just pick up." My voice was shaky, laced with desperation, cracking with every word. "I didn’t… I didn’t cheat on you… I really need to explain…" No answer. I threw my phone onto the bed, the screen lighting up with notifications I couldn’t bear to read. My eyes stung, blurred by tears. I struggled to take in my surroundings—the small hotel room with its bare furnishings, the cold walls closing in on me like they were mocking my pain.

I dealt her another blow, adding, "I've already received 60 million dollars since I've given birth to the baby." Upon hearing that, Julie's eyes rolled back in her head, and she nearly collapsed from the shock. She then steadied herself, pointed at me, and snapped, "You're truly despicable, Queenie! You actually sold your body and integrity for 60 million dollars! You're no better than a beast! "I don't believe for a second that Connor was drugged! I bet you planned this whole thing!" I was so furious that I couldn't help but let out an exasperated laugh, but before I could even say anything, Connor intervened, frowning as he stepped in front of me.

I can't control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around.