Shatter Me Age Rating Novels & Stories

For a moment, the fatigue faded from his face, and the sharp look he once had came back. He watched me expectantly, awaiting my answer. I shook my head gently. "Evan, I'll always remember that you saved me, and I'll forever be grateful. But we can't go back to the way things were. I can't accept you again. It's not that I hate you. It's just that the feelings are gone." The brightness in his eyes faded instantly. His smile froze, and his gaze became unfocused. He was clearly struggling to accept this harsh reality.

And when the air became too much for me, I looked at him seriously. “Kay, you know I’m still young, right? My body’s not fully developed yet, and this smoke... It's too much for me. For the sake of my life and growth, can you just take a break from it now that we’re both here?” He didn’t respond at first. Then, slowly, he crushed the remaining stick in his hand and gave me a cheeky smile. “You’re always smooth with your words,” he said, realizing the trick I’d used.

Images flickered — Nathan’s secret orders, his first meeting with the Board, the classified directive stamped Project Prometheus — Recover and Replace. Her heart twisted, but she forced herself to look away. “He lied because he thought it was the only way to protect me. That’s what you’ll never understand.” The shards glowed, vibrating violently as cracks spread across the glass horizon. 6 — The Awakening Outside, Nathan watched the servers surge with light. The building shook. Lara screamed as a beam collapsed nearby. “Alina!” he shouted, gripping her shoulders. “Come back!” Her eyes were rolled back, her pulse rapid. The fragments in her pocket emitted a high, piercing tone — and then a se

My name is trending under two hashtags, one about trafficking and one about sex in rehab. I close the app, but it keeps playing in my head. Edward? Oh, baby, he was fucking me every night in rehab. I am done. There is no spin. No fix. I am completely and fully fucked. My phone buzzes again... it’s my father.

Something in me said not to open it, but I clicked anyway. A row of videos loaded. I tapped the first one. The screen went bright, and then the movement started. I almost lost my breath. My chest locked up. My fingers shook so hard I almost dropped the iPad. It was a sex clip. And it was Mark. And Lila.

Then, she crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into the muddy water at my feet. "Take this and get yourself a cheap hotel room. Stop playing the victim here. It's just pathetic." Harvey lit a cigarette and blew out a plume of white smoke. "Winnifred, if you get on your knees right now, admit you were wrong, and promise to keep your mouth shut from now on, I might consider letting you inside to warm up. You are, after all, the mother of my kid." Looking at them, I felt nothing but revulsion.

There would be cameras. Rose was not afraid of cameras. She had been on the wrong side of cameras most of her life. She had a mugshot in Albany from when she was twenty two for a fight outside a bar she had not started. She had a hospital photograph from when she was twenty seven, taken by a social worker after her boyfriend at the time had broken her cheekbone. She had a dozen photographs in her phone that nobody had ever seen, taken of herself in the mirror after similar incidents, kept as evidence she had never used.

My chest felt tight and I found it difficult to breathe as I stormed across the room in outrage. I swiped everything off the vanity in one furious motion. The vase shattered the moment it hit the floor, shards of glass scattering across the carpet as water seeped into the rug, the necklace skidding across the room, but I didn't care. “How dare he” I said lowly, my eyes glazed. “How dare he think I will accept this pitiful apology. Like a cheap whore!” I screamed. I was startled by the sound of my own voice but it wasn't enough to stop me. I turned on the rest of the room, grabbing anything I could find. Taking a hold of the lamp, I smashed it against the wall as the chair toppled over with a

Just a girl. Shattered.

“What about Morris, where has he gone to?” “Morris is already an adult and can take care of himself wherever he is, I started taking care of myself at a young age too, I am sure he is going to survive, take care of yourself okay and forget about him.” He says and stands up to leave. I look at his back and I just break down and begin to cry. “I a-am all a-alone,” I say in between tears. EIGHT YEARS LATER.