Novel & Cerita Shatter Me Age Rating

But when he did it, he had to lean over much farther than I had because of his increased height. “I still don’t get why you want to keep it. You know the Blackmoor Pack has a healer that was more than willing to help.” I shrugged, my am thrumming lightly as a reminder. The pain medication was doing its trick, but every time I thought about it, it would start to thrum a little. “It’s just a reminder.” Junto looked at me, but I refused to meet his eyes. Instead, I looked at the water rippling in the moonlight. “Isn’t that the reason you would want to get rid of it? It’s going to scar if you leave it like this.”

" I wasn't of age to decide" "You were of age to mark your own step,you were of age to decide who is going to be with and you were of age to decide you were gonna desert you friends for money,you knew she'd feelings for you but you shattered it all,her heart, her well laid out life and that little hope for a better future"hope click her tongue. "And now you came after years to claim underage,get the hell out of my life,get the hell out of my friend life we don't need you"

I didn’t faint. I shattered.

Someone who wouldn’t shatter my heart into a million pieces. Just maybe.

“The one inspired by broken glass?” “Yes! That one.” Jenny’s eyes were glowing now. “We’ll release it as a single piece—a statement drop. Not under the campaign, not part of any collection. Just you. A raw, bold design about imperfection and resilience. You can call it—” She paused dramatically. “Shatterproof.” Rachel blinked. “That’s… actually brilliant.” Jenny beamed. “Thank you.” Then she turned to me. “It’s symbolic. It says, ‘Yes, I’ve been broken, but look at what I made out of it.’ It’ll drown out every headline about Ryan. Every post, every rumor.”

He paused, watching her closely, as if weighing whether or not she'd bolt. "So I pushed you away. I told myself I was protecting you, but really, I was protecting myself. From being revealed. From being open. From letting anyone know how fucking scared I was." A breath stuck in Isla's throat. Her fingers tightened around her cup. Killian continued, his voice softer now. "I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered."

But within seconds, his face burned with an anger I'd rarely seen. "Cecilia, you're wicked! You've got money and status, but that doesn't give you the right to hurt Lise! All you had was a chill, but Lise lost her dad!" Edgar barked. "Apologize to Lise, now!" Silas roared. My heart was aching more and more. The pain was so bad that I could barely think straight. All I could do was reach out to Silas with my trembling hand. He and Edgar knew about my heart disease. They'd lose it every time I had an episode, vowing they'd never get me angry again.

" My hands, still pressed against his wound, went cold. His voice echoed like thunder in my ears. My nails dug into my palms, and the pain bloomed across my chest. Tears stung my eyes, but I held them back, desperate to keep just a shred of dignity. Charles, you were the one who let go. This time, I really am walking away.

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

“This wasn’t in my files.” The video played. Her mother’s voice filled the room, distorted but unmistakable. “I can’t keep covering for him,” she said. “My daughters, if this comes out” A man interrupted her. “You knew what you were marrying into.” “I didn’t know they would kill children.” The word struck Isabelle like a physical blow. The screen cut to black. Isabelle lurched to her feet, nausea roaring through her. “Turn it off.” Dante did. Silence crashed down.