Emmaline Shatter Me Novels & Stories

“I truly can’t bear to watch the two of you fight and hurt each other.” Emma blinked, her eyes glistening. “Every time it happens, it feels like my heart shatters into a thousand pieces.”

I said, stumbling backwards. "It's already viral," Sarah said, face flushed. "They even made a meme out of you falling down the stairs with fake moaning." Then... That's when I heard it, the laugh, Laureen. "Well, well," she said behind us. "If it isn’t Dashling High’s newest p**n star." Sarah stiffened. "Walk away." But she didn't, she stepped closer. "Tell me, Elsa, was it worth it? Throwing yourself at Jace like some desperate little pick-me?"

Wanting a release. Thats when i remember the cameras. “Damnit Em” I’ll be damned if my cousin gets to watch her like this. I pull my shirt off before deciding to give him the show he deserves. I grab Emily by the back of the neck pulling her off me as she slobbers all over me. And throw her across the bed on all fours. “Do you trust me Angel”? I ask bent over her whispering in her ear. I hear her gulp as she nods.

“I'm Nina.” I stare at her hand a second before realizing I was being rude and grabbed it in my own. “Elana,” I offered, not really knowing what else to say. “What's the big guy's name?” She asked and I dropped her hand. She was being a little too nosy for my taste. “How did you know he was a Shape Shifter?” The tips of her smile quirk up, showing a ghost of a smile. “Besides the fact he's the size of a horse? I'm a Mind Manipulator. And that also means I know you are a Foreseer.”

Sister Mila's voice rang with authority and Sister Ruth jumped on her feet and ushered the old nun away. When boths nuns were gone, Sister Mila heaved a sigh. “That was close.” She mumbled under her breath, turning to Ember. “I'm sorry, you have to witness that.” Ember was shaken by the encounter that she hadn't said a single word.. She thought she would finally know something about herself only for her hope to be completely crushed to the ground upon realizing she was talking to an old woman with dementia and she probably had no idea what she was saying.

"I don't care if you're a Queen or a girl in a cellar! I don't care about the power! I just want to go home! I just want to see you laugh at my stupid jokes!" I looked at my Mirror-self, the bone-armored tyrant. Then I looked at Félix. "I am not a devourer," I whispered, my violet light beginning to change. It didn't flare outward; it turned inward, becoming soft, warm, and brilliant. "And he is not a battery. He is the reason I have a heart to break." I reached out, my fingers brushing against his across the void. The moment our skin touched, the Mirror-Emma and the Mirror-Félix shattered like glass.

It tumbles to the floor with a sharp shatter, splinters of glass scattering across the polished wood and dots of red finding their way to my pristine gold dress. A searing pain lances through my chest. I clutch my chest, gasping for air, but my lungs feel like they’re shrinking. A burning sensation rises in my throat, and foam builds at my lips, a grotesque white against the faint rose. My legs give out, weak and useless beneath me, and my knees hit the floor with a jarring thud. The gold threads of my gown snag against the broken glass. My arms tremble, reaching out blindly for something—someone—anything to ground me. Emma stands over me, her strange smile now a wide, triumphant grin, her b

“You won’t drown me in ghosts.” But the weight of the illusion crushed her. It wasn’t just a memory—it was fear. Her own fear. Losing Sterling Creek. Losing Steve. Watching Sarah disappear into ice. Becoming the very monster she fought against. Emma dropped to her knees, frost crawling up her fingers. Steve’s voice broke through. Muffled but there. “You’re not alone, Em! Fight like you always do—from your heart!” Her Ember Heart flickered. Then it flared. With a scream, Emma shattered the illusion in a burst of flame so hot the chamber steamed. Her body burned with golden energy, crackling with trails of blue—the balance of fire and frost.

She lifted the device high, fingers trembling, and pressed every button at once. The screen flared, then shattered in her hand like glass. The Core convulsed. The towers screamed—voices cascading into chaos, billions of memories unraveling at once. The plain of light ruptured, breaking apart into rivers that dissolved into nothing. The rewritten staggered, their faces unraveling, scattering into sparks. The massive tower of Emma’s selves shattered last, her own younger faces dissolving into streaks of light that rose like fireflies, vanishing into the collapsing horizon.

How jinxed could I possibly be. I reach underneath me and take off the heels and throw it to the corner, my legs feel like Jell-O. I stagger to my front and pick up a sandal. I sit on a chair by a makeup table and begin to remove the makeup off my face with a wipe. The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks so beaten and emotionally broken, I feel like a shadow of myself. When will it stop, when would all the misery end. I wish I could go back a month, when my life was still good, when I had not heard about the death of my brother or when I had not met Thelma.