Shatter Me Audiobook Novels & Stories

What kind of strength lets you fade? I clenched the edge of the table, knuckles white. My heart thundered beneath my ribs, loud in the silence. I could still feel the echo of Cassian’s voice in the hall, his venomous words cutting through me like a blade. The silence that followed. The shame that bloomed afterward like rot in my chest. I had let them strip me bare, peel away every layer of who I was until all that remained was this quiet, shattered version of myself. And yet… here I was.

Just silence. I turned my back on him. “I’m done,” I said, more to myself than to him, like saying it out loud might make it real. My feet felt heavy, but I forced them to move. Behind me, I heard his voice finally break through, quiet but desperate. “Please… don’t go like this.” I froze for half a second. Just half. Then I shook my head and kept walking, even though my chest ached like something inside me had cracked wide open.

"you are mine Gracie... your fears, tears.... I'm going to completely shatter you until you know nothing else but my name " "You got all you wanted, you got your revenge, you'veruined me... my life... I'll never live a normal life... I'll always have nightmares of you,..you already took so many of years.... I will never be able to get them back ....you won Hayden, I'm already shattered, you should be satisfied " I whispered staring into his searing gaze. "But I'm not. not even close " Next thing I was flattened between him and the wall, he didn't stop until I was pressed against the hard muscles of his chest.

My voice comes raw, broken. He shoves me out into the dark hallway with enough force to make me stumble, and this time when I catch myself against the wall, I hear the click of the lock behind me. Then the sounds begin—glass shattering, wood splintering, his voice raising in fury that carries equal parts rage and anguish. I stumble to the door, my palm against finding the heavy wood, tears falling freely as I listen to him destroy his office. Each crash feels like confession, each sound of breaking things carrying the weight of everything I’ve broken between us.

Just… white. A void. A scream. A universe tearing at its seams. The force throws me backward, my feet leaving the ground as the barrier detonates. The sound is deafening, a cracking roar that feels like it’s happening inside my bones, inside my skull, inside my soul. I can’t hear Clara. I can’t hear myself. I can’t even hear my own heartbeat. Just the shatter. The divine echo the goddess’s puppet collapses to her knees, her face flickering like a broken mirror. Her voice distorts, overlapping, fracturing.

Freya's pov The shard cracked open like an egg and that voice his voice and poured out of it like smoke. “Help me, Mama.” I didn’t breathe__hard for me. It felt like the world tilted sideways and my heart shattered in my chest. It was him. It was really him not an echo and not a trick. I knew my son’s voice even if I heard it across galaxies. Finnick stared at the broken Soulshard on the ground, his expression full of disbelief.

“You adapted.” My Head Started to Hurt Sharp. Intense. “That’s not true…” But my voice trembled. Because something inside me Was starting to believe it “You were never meant to be human,” it said softly. That Broke Something “Shut up!” I snapped. My voice echoed violently through the space. The Room Cracked Like glass under pressure. “You were meant to be a vessel.” “I SAID STOP!” The Darkness Shattered Exploding outward And suddenly I was back. Reality Crashed Into Me

Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion. ~ Present.... I sigh lightly and roll over on my stomach. Everything seems so surreal. I really made the cut. I turn on the television and immediately my face flashes across the screen. I scream in horror and scramble to a sitting position while turning up the volume. A few minutes later, I hear heavy footsteps and my bedroom door is swung open. "What is wrong with you, young lady?" My sister, Danielle questions in a no-nonsense tone. She was about to say something else but she froze, her eyes snapping to the television screen.

"Nice speech... too bad it won't save you. Oh, and if you hoped that your tablet would send a signal for help, don't hold your breath. I have a scrambler covering this place ten miles in each direction." My final failure... but I'd tried. I had done my best. As my eyes closed, too heavy to hold them open, I could only hope that history would judge me kindly. Assuming there was anyone left to write it. I heard a shot, but this time, nothing else hurt. I wanted to look, but I couldn't move. Something landed on me... something heavy. The crowd erupted, some people screamed, there were more gunshots. Then I heard an enormous crashing noise, like a massive boulder erupting through the roof over o

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.