Emmaline Shatter Me Novels & Stories

Black dots clouded Emmeline’s vision as she stumbled back. “I’ll lock you in the bedroom. You won’t leave this house until I’ve made you an obedient wife.” He snarled. Emmeline’s hands fumbled across the table, searching for something. Her mind raced when her fingers brushed against something hard. A vase. She gripped it tightly, squeezed her eyes shut and swung it with all her might. “Leave me alone!” Came her battle roar. The sound of the vase shattering echoed in the room, followed by a heavy thud.

His patience soon ran off. "I am sorry God. Forgive me Emma but I have to do this." Defeated, Matteo exhaled a heavy breath and started pushing the door through his right shoulder. With a loud thud, the door burst open ripping off the hinges. Matteo barged inside and rushed to the shower room after hearing the sound of running water. "Emmali-" Screaming he entered but words died in his mouth as soon as the scene unfolded in front of his eyes. Emmaline was lying on the floor. Her flawless porcelain skin was stained with numerous cuts that were bleeding. Her dress was torn revealing her legs, her cleavage, and her arms. Her eyes were bloodred as she stared at naught emotionlessly.

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Now you’ve put her in danger too. Her blood turned to ice. Before she could respond, another message followed. A photo, charlotte, standing outside her dorm. Unaware.Smiling. Isabelle’s scream tore through the mansion. And somewhere deep below, Dante Marchetti prepared for a war that would not spare the innocent.

Shards of glass sprayed everywhere, raining down on my hair and my coat. Everything went silent.

Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth? Ruby crumpled to the floor, her complexion ghostly pale. She then realized she had been dancing on a stage set straight to hell since her affair began. I had been holding the ultimate weapon to shatter her life all along. The tenderness she had seen? Nothing but a lure. Her little performance, her schemes–they were nothing against the hard evidence and my steely resolve. Her eyes met mine, a journey from pleading to despair, then spiraling down into a deep, icy fear, and finally twisting into a look of pure venom.

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

Vanessa stood frozen in the doorway of the suite. Her hair was wet from the rain outside. Her mascara had started to run. The phone in her hand, the phone with the photo of her and Marcus counting cash, was trembling like she was holding a live wire. "It is you," she whispered again. "You are supposed to be dead." Seraphina stood very still. Damien was between them. On his feet now, his whole body tense like he was about to intercept something coming fast.

"It's quite funny, that since I have entered this room, you have said nothing about my triplets." "Oh come on, Emmaline, they are kids, they could just be playing, hide and seek or something." Richard, the Omega says, and they all laugh while there is a ringing in my ear. "Emma." I say, and they look at me. "What?" The Alpha says. "My name is Emma, not Emmaline, and I hope you all burn in hell. Darling Luna, let's say it was Caleb and Cornelia, would you sit on your fake throne?"

She had an air of efficiency about her, with sharp features softened by a friendly smile. “Miss Rachel, this is Emma, my personal assistant,” Sophia introduced. “Emma, Rachel is going to help us with promoting my new collection.” Emma extended her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Rachel. I’ve heard a lot about you and your work.” “Thank you,” Rachel replied, shaking her hand. “I’m really excited to collaborate on this project.”Emma took a seat beside Sophia, pulling out a sleek tablet. “I am sure it's going to be a time working with you. Let’s discuss the plan in detail, shall we?”