Is There A Shatter Me Movie Novels & Stories

Everyone in the car fell quiet for a moment. Out of nowhere, Silas yanked the door open and pointed at the pouring rain. "You want to get out? Fine. Go now! Stop wasting our time!" I was so furious. My blood was boiling, and I stubbornly dragged myself toward the door. I figured they wouldn't—at least, they shouldn't—actually throw me out of the car, especially with my heart condition. But as soon as I hit the ground after falling out of the car, I heard the door slam shut behind me. When I looked up, the car was already speeding off, and neither Silas nor Edgar bothered to look back.

he says confidently, entering me slowly, making me feel every inch of him. Ric makes sure I see stars. When I finally emerge from the shower, wrapped in a towel, I find my phone buzzing with notifications. I scroll through my social media, my eyes widening as I see a post from Chris with Aura. It's a promotional piece for the release of Haymitch's movie, now retitled "Framed in Time". I quickly type a cheerful comment, congratulating him on the success.

Later that night, I received a text from an unknown number. “You can’t protect him forever. Everyone has a breaking point. Even Noah.” I stared at the words until the screen dimmed. Then I typed a single response. “Try me.” But even as I hit send, I felt the shift. Something was coming. A storm. And this time, I wouldn’t just survive it. I’d burn the wreckage behind me so cleanly that no one would dare follow.

💀 @traumainheels: Edward watching this with his PR team pretending to meditate in silence. @spiritualbutviolent: This man turned rehab into Love Island. @recoveringfromyou: Camilla deserved better. But as well... this deserves an Oscar. @cursedandcoochiefirst: Why was the meditation hour part so accurate though? @thepettyfemale: This cannot be real life and also sex in rehab. I am actually finished.😵😵 @sadgirlwithreceipts: Edward TMW is now the reason rehab clinics are rewriting their policies. I am screaming.

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.

"Put these three people's faces up on the screen," Spencer ordered. The camera focused on Harvey and Leigh, who were both kneeling on the ground, and also on Chief Heath. Harvey, with his broken wrist, was covered in tears and snot. Leigh's makeup was completely ruined, making her look ghastly. Chief Heath, meanwhile, was slumped in his chair, trembling all over like a leaf. At the same time, participants from various branches across the city were stunned.