Shatter Me Age Rating Novels & Stories

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

I throw my phone across the room with an angry shout, watching it shatter into a hundred tiny pieces, scatters all over the floor. Fuck. XXX

Charlotte’s shoulders collapsed inward, like she wanted to disappear. I closed my eyes, and the rage surged through me like wildfire. It wasn’t just about Evan and Charlotte. It wasn’t even just about betrayal. It was years - years - of being taken for granted, of having to be the bigger person, the one who understood, who endured. And now I was standing in the middle of a room full of people - an audience - and two of them had shattered me. I felt the burning bile rise in my throat. Felt it clawing to be released.

“Oh no poor Ireland how is she doing? I need to go see her. We can leave now if she wants. Is that what is causing you so much pain love? We will help her get through this.” “No that’s not it this evening the pain that caused Ire to black out was the beginning of the mate bond officially breaking.” “Well then she will be free of him soon.” “Except that my grandmother…” I engulf her in a hug pulling her tight against me because I know when I finish what I am about to say she will need my comfort. “Says there is a possibility that she won’t survive the breaking.” A scream leaves her mouth that is muffled by my shoulder as I hold her to me. My skin is quickly soaked by her tears, I am trying ev

Ruin me again? Did Anthony still have the power to ruin me? As much as I didn’t want to believe it, the truth was… yes. He did. One look, one careless word, one reminder of what we used to be, and I was back at square one. A teenage girl with her heart cracked open and no shield to protect it. He didn’t even have to try. He just existed, and I unraveled. But was I going to let him ruin me again? Absolutely No. I wasn’t going to give him that power. Not this time. I’d built myself up from ashes before, brick by brick, scar by scar. I had clawed my way back into the sport, into myself. He didn’t get to take that from me again.

“What about something fun? You and I haven’t done anything wild in a long time. How about a rage room? Or maybe axe throwing? You need to let some steam out.” Despite myself, I smiled. “A rage room, huh? That actually sounds… good.” “Perfect!” she said, clapping her hands. “Then it’s settled. I’ll book us a spot for this evening.” Later that evening… The sound of glass shattering filled the room. I lifted the sledgehammer again and brought it down hard on the broken TV screen in front of me. Bits of plastic and dust scattered around the floor. Every hit felt like a release, a piece of the heaviness inside me breaking apart with each swing.

He rasped out, breathless. “Everything isn’t up to y-you. The damage has been done.” He was pale due to the blood loss but what he said snapped something inside me. Like a wind that suddenly turns into a raging mass of tornado or a flicker of light that flooded like molten lava that devours everything on its path. Driven by pure unadulterated rage I didn’t even realize that I had put a crushed orange to shame. His head was smashed into an unrecognizable heap of meat, bones, and the fluffy texture of his brain.

This always makes me nervous, but Grandfather swears never to use the chemicals on me again. We know why. They are teaching us so that we can take over someday when they die. The other three couldn't handle such pressure, so they gave in to despair and ended it all. I can't. I won't let myself give up. Mirele... I don't know if she's staying to save the world, or because she wants to protect me, but by the time I reach sixteen years of age, it's obvious that she's totally stuck on me. I care for her, too, but I can't show it. Not often... but she watches my every move, inviting me to get closer to her. Really close.

-Karen- “I warned you- Did you think I was going to simply forgive you for the things you’ve done to me?” I asked as I stepped closer to her. “Hate me all you want. But in the end, you failed to break me- You failed to end me- Plainly put, you completely failed. Soul Shatter!” I yelled, punching directly through her soul. As soon as my fist touched her, she shattered like glass and faded away forever.

Something inside me broke. The world shattered and fell silent.