Shatter Me Audiobook Novels & Stories

Burned into flames and dusted away and carried by the wind. “Rot in hell, you damned bitch!” I heard his last words. The adrenaline shot me forcing me to move, but the shock shattered me into thin slices that were impossible to put back again. My body sweltered with heat as I fell away… The wind blew violently as the rain prevented me from seeing the face of the man who just shattered me. Broke my heart into a million pieces…my legs were frozen, but I could feel I was by the edge of the cliff about to fall.

"…shattered. More than before." The raw vulnerability in her words, the fear laid bare, shattered something inside me. It wasn't anger. It was a profound, gut-wrenching understanding of the damage I'd done. The trust I'd annihilated. She was giving me everything, stepping off the cliff, and her only safety net was the terrifying belief that this time, I wouldn't let her fall.

Splintered. Broke. My heart shattered. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no.” My beautiful, beautiful Jeremiah. The man who looked like God come to save me. Now his face was a mess. Swollen. Bloodied. Burns and scars marking it alonh with his hands. My legs gave out on me first and then my control on my emotions. I fell to my knees and a sound left me that didn’t feel human.

My hands were flat on the surface in front of me. Then something inside me broke. Not cracked. Not fractured. Broke. Completely. Catastrophically. Like a dam that had been holding back an ocean for months finally giving way. I stood up and grabbed the edge of the desk. I flipped it. The massive oak structure crashed onto its side and sent papers and maps and pens scattering across the floor. The lamp shattered. Glass exploded across the stone. I grabbed the bookshelf next. Ripped it from the wall. Books rained down around me. Their pages fluttered like wounded birds.

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

Right there. A raw sting of pain shot through me. “Ouch... Finnian...” “Yes,” he whispered. “Say it. Again.” “Make me release,” I pleaded, breathless, broken. He moved faster. “Ahh... Finn... no, don’t stop...” My voice echoed through the dark, through the trees, through every broken part of me. And then... I shattered. I gasped so loud. He watched me, his hands were still on me, he breathed roughly, his eyes were dark and unreadable.

It was time to move on. The Shadows convulsed and oozed towards the urn with a ravenous intensity. But before I could change my mind, they engulfed it… shattering it into 1,000 pieces. Silver and black shards exploded into the air, piercing my chest and scattering across the room like a dark, malevolent rain. I fell to my knees as my heart shattered, once again, the shards piercing my very soul. I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me.

He came like a storm tearing through the last standing shelter in my wrecked life. "You ruined everything!" I shouted, the words scraping my throat as I grabbed the pillow beside me and flung it against the wall. The impact was a dull thud, unsatisfying. I needed more. I needed to scream until my voice broke and every cursed memory of Damien shattered with it. Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "You shattered my hope," I whispered to the empty room, my voice breaking into a fragile tremor. I sat up, dragging my hands through my hair, my chest heaving as I tried to steady the chaos that had hijacked my heart. My pulse was erratic, my thoughts tangled in fury and regr

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

Shattered is a little word. I think I am getting better, or at least that’s what everyone is thinking, because, I was one of the active participants in Lillian’s marriage. Alexander has become a Voldemort in our family. No one raises his name. If the topic comes, they would say, that brute. But this is no joke. I could not sleep if I don’t have the pills. Even when I did, there are always been nightmares.