Shatter Me Age Rating Novels & Stories

But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that every ounce of pain I’ve endured in my life has turned me into something sharp, something that bites back. He doesn’t know that I don’t just break, I shatter , and I take down whoever’s closest when I do. I feel the nausea curling tighter in my chest, but underneath it, something else bubbles: anger. No. Rage .

CHAPTER 3 WARNING: MATURE CONTENT FOR 18+ [ If you are below 18, please leave, because it may not be suitable for your age. Thank you :) ] Screeeech. There are series of screams. Shambles chain clanked, misheard pleas to be spared had never actually come so forth as there is no salvation. Soreness knocked through instill walls; distraught camouflage by endless sorrow – continuous- unending. The raging river flow. Anger aroused by something unjust were fueled to set ablaze, and berserk to destroy many that scarred, and harm innocence that was left to rot, and bygone for ages.

It’s hurting. “Come and take it.” She holds it out to me, but the moment I take a step forward to grab it, she lifts the frame high up and lets it free fall to the floor. I watch my entire world shatter into pieces against the hard tiled floor together with the only beautiful thing I had left of my family. The glasses of the frame fly all over the place and our broken smiles on the picture lay miserable on the floor. Tears blur my eyes as I look from the shattered frame to Rhea and her wicked laugh tips me over the edge. Wrath spreads through my limbs like larva.

Right there. A raw sting of pain shot through me. “Ouch... Finnian...” “Yes,” he whispered. “Say it. Again.” “Make me release,” I pleaded, breathless, broken. He moved faster. “Ahh... Finn... no, don’t stop...” My voice echoed through the dark, through the trees, through every broken part of me. And then... I shattered. I gasped so loud. He watched me, his hands were still on me, he breathed roughly, his eyes were dark and unreadable.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Just before the bomb exploded, I closed my eyes in despair and sent one final message through mind-link. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I hereby sever my Mate Bond with you." And with that, I cut the mind-link.

Chapter Twenty-Two Alpha Lir POV The glass doesn’t shatter—it just breaks apart in my hand. One second I’m holding a crystal tumbler of aged scotch, the next my palm is burning, filled with red cuts and sharp, glittering pieces. I don't flinch. I don't even feel the sting. "Lir, your hand."

This has always been what he longed for. Isabella, unable to reach him and punch him, moved her head forward until she was close to his face and spat on him. She felt pleased. At least she had belittled him to some extent. She smiled mischievously and gave Lukas Briston a smirk. Lukas Briston was furious. He gnawed at her. How dare she disrespect him and spat on him? He wouldn't give her a chance to do so again. " Countdown to your death. Your days are numbered and I will see that you will eat no food nor drink any water until your death.

“That’s better. It only works for wounds, so I can still feel the ache, but it’s not bad. Now, let’s go get breakfast. I have protection spells to put up.” We’ve just sat down for breakfast when Reagan, Meadow and Tate come walking in. “Hey, how was the sleepover?” Maeve asks. “It was good. Cayd is funny.” Tate says. “He loves those horror movies,” Meadow says. “You watched horror movies?” Maeve asks, horrified. “Nah, Angel wouldn’t let us, but we did get to watch some of the cool action movies that came out recently.” Tate says. “I’m glad you had a good time,” I tell them.

With a small smile towards her and an annoyed sound from London, Brendan takes a deep breath. "Our last rule is that no one is allowed to have any friends outside of Crash Course Rebellion. Only aquaintances."