Shatter Me Audiobook Novels & Stories

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

He pressed his forehead against mine, whispering, “Tell me I’m not already losing you.” The walls seemed to close in, shadows thickening, heat rolling like a storm trapped beneath my skin. I wanted to answer, but another vision tore through me, blinding and merciless. A battlefield soaked in ash. Damian’s body crumpling, golden eyes dimmed. My own scream echoing over a ruin of fire that stretched as far as the horizon. The shard purred at the sight, feeding on my terror, until I ripped myself free with a sob.

"Your belongings have already been shifted to the estate. Your mother and sister have moved to a house in Connecticut. Paid for, utilities included, medical attention taken care of for your mother. All as contracted." He said it like he was expecting thanks. Like I was going to thank him for shattering my world and putting the pieces back together. "Can I see them? Before we leave?" "No." Like that. No sorry, no let me persuade you. "They're my family…. " "And now I'm your family." His voice turned icy. "The quicker you accept that, the better this will be." I had wanted to fight him. Wanted to scream that he couldn't just cut me loose from all the people I loved. But the deal was done. The

In that instant, my last lifeline snapped. Holding Munchkin, I laughed in despair. Right. I was the one who insisted on breaking up back then, saying I wanted to pursue a simple life, that I had enough of his kind of luxurious life. Now that I'd hit rock bottom, why should he care whether I lived or died? I'd brought this on myself, after all. It had started to rain at some point. The rain, mixed with sleet, stung my face as it fell. I unbuttoned my coat and wrapped Munchkin tightly against my chest, trying to warm her with my own body heat.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

“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.

He slammed into me hard and wild with no mercy or warning just going straight in expanding me to my limit as I tried to accommodate his monster. I gasped. I shivered. I cried. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes smearing fresh mascara stain on me “This is what you wanted right?” He asked as he slammed in again.

Chapter 25: Don’t Talk To Me Again My heart felt like it had been shattered into tiny bits of glass. All of them fell down on the floor like a big bucket, almost making my ears deaf and hurt by the crashing sound it made as I watched the two people in front of me, like a lovey-dovey couple.

However, the reality starkly contrasts his expectations as she coldly departs, leaving him shattered. In the deafening silence that follows, Shane's anguished cry pierces the air. His voice, laced with desperation, reverberates through the emptiness around him. Each syllable echoes the depths of his wounded soul, pleading for answers that elude him. As he collapses to the ground, the resonance of his heartbreak is intensified by the harsh impact of his hand against the unforgiving surface.

Shattered into a million irreparable pieces. The dam inside me finally shattered. It wasn't a gentle crack, but an explosion, a violent rupture that released the torrent I had been desperately holding back. I staggered back from the mirror, pressing a shaking hand over my mouth, desperate to stifle the sounds, as the sobs poured out, uncontrollable, ugly, and raw. They ripped from my throat, tearing through my chest, each one a testament to the agonizing pain I had suppressed for so long. I sank to the cold, unforgiving tiled floor, my knees pulled to my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, rocking back and forth, gasping through the storm of grief I’d been holding in since the mome