Kiss To Shatter Novels & Stories

Guess what guys. I love you all like so much. Because of y'all I was able to actually submit 'Unshatter me' for the wattys awards. This might look like really small and all but I know that I wouldn't have been able to get the courage to submit it if it weren't for y'all. Once again , I love y'all Hook. Line . Sinker "I'm sorry" He whispered. Those two words. I'm sorry. I know that I said those words initially just to make him feel guilty so that he would actually let me go, but then , tell me why I felt a piece of my heart literally break from within

His hands cradle my face, trembling, almost reverent, and it guts me that he’s holding me like I’m something fragile when he's the one who shattered me to pieces. I shove him back against the wall with a force that surprises even me, my fists clutching the jacket of his suit. I pour everything I’ve held back for five years into this kiss—the pain, the loneliness, the longing, the anger—and he meets me with equal force. Our mouths move together like we’ve been starving for this, like the world itself depends on us remembering how it feels to belong to each other. This kiss, this love, it's bruising, it's terrifying. It’s everything I swore I would never allow myself to feel for him again.

"I lied to you. I hurt you. I played the Shark because I was too cowardly to believe that our love was enough to save us. But I was wrong. The 'Heartbreak Protocol' was a mistake. I don't want to save you by breaking you. I want to save you by burning with you." He kissed her then, not with the coldness of a protector, but with the raw, unfiltered agony of a man seeking redemption. It was a kiss that tasted of iron and tears, a chaotic eruption of feeling that sent a shockwave through the chamber. Inside Panni, the "Silence" recoiled. The charcoal-grey pulse in her neck didn't glow—it shattered. The "Empty Vessel" was suddenly flooded with a surge of hot, messy, human rage and desire.

She breaks the kiss and looks me dead serious in the eyes. “Kiss me as you would kiss your trash of girl”, - she says, and I feel the anger building up. I grab the back of her beck with more strength than I should, and I kiss Karen; I kiss her with despair and with hate. My tongue dominated her, and I make her breathless. Once we break the kiss, she smiles and says something about being the best kiss ever. I honestly wasn’t paying to attention to her crap.

She looked more and more aggrieved, with tears in her eyes. Kisa gnashed her teeth in hatred. "You b*tch. All you know is how to pretend. Go to hell!" She really hated Sharon, raising the other hand to slap her again. But the next moment, the man flung her away mercilessly, sending her to crash into the corner of the cabinet. She felt an excruciating pain ripping through her body, and she broke into a cold sweat. Kisa fell to the ground, staring at the heartless man with scarlet eyes.

I screamed, lunging forward. With a sharp crack, the sapphire crystal face shattered instantly, sending delicate parts flying everywhere. My heart shattered along with it. Even my livestream followers were stunned by her madness. The chat went completely silent at that moment. "See that? That's how much you mean to him. Worthless!" Cassidy laughed like a maniac while grinding the broken watch face beneath her sharp stiletto heel. "Why do you treasure this worthless piece of junk so much?" "I'll kill you!" I charged at her, tackled her to the ground, and rained down punches.

The kiss is wild, unrestrained, a storm breaking free after too long contained. I gasp against him, my fingers tangling in his hair. Every thought shatters, leaving only sensation—the heat of his lips, the raw need in his touch, the way his body trembles as though he’s barely holding himself back. For one perfect, impossible moment, there is no war, no Garrick, no curse. Only us. ⸻ Then Kael tears himself away with a ragged sound, stumbling back like I’ve burned him. “No,” he snarls, his voice hoarse. “This can’t— I can’t—”

Then I stepped forward and kissed him. It was aggressive, desperate, wrong. I poured all my heartbreak into it, all my rage, all my devastation. My tears mixed with the kiss, salty and bitter. Armstrong made a sound… Surprise? protest? …but then his hands came up to my waist and he was kissing me back. And I shattered.

he commanded, low and sharp. Tears pricked her eyes—tears of rage, of shame, of unbearable need. “I hate you.” He leaned in, his lips brushing hers, his breath hot. “Then hate me with your mouth. Hate me with your body. Hate me until you burn.” And then his mouth claimed hers. The kiss was nothing like the others. It wasn’t just hunger—it was ruin, shattering the fragile shell she’d built around herself. His tongue slid against hers, ruthless, deep, and her body melted. Her fists, meant to strike, clutched at his shirt instead.

Her mouth crashed onto mine. It wasn't a sweet kiss. It wasn't romantic. It was a collision. She kissed me like she was trying to stop a dam from breaking. She kissed me like she wanted to devour the questions before I could ask them again. "Shut up," she breathed against my lips, frantic. "Just shut up, Kade." Something inside me snapped.