Shatter Me Audiobook Novels & Stories

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

**This is the third book in the Guardians Next Generation Series. It can be read as a standalone book but will have references to events that occurred in Shattered Bonds. This book will run in a parallel timeframe to Shattered Bonds. Events in this book will overlap with events in that book. Maeve Three Years Ago

When he shoved her the news on tv, though, as wall as the many news articles about the wedding, Christen… Her life just crumbled to dust at the sight. She couldn’t believe it. Once again, she had let sweet whispers take hold of her. Played her for a fool she was. Remind her that there was nothing good about living. At least, not for her. She thought she felt broken when Forrest divorced her, but seeing the man she fell for- whom she thought genuinely returned her feelings, truly loved her more than Forrest had- married someone else, without telling her one word about that other person… It destroyed her. Obliterated her. More than the torture Damien had put her through. A torture she barely f

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.

That’s what I’d told her. That’s what I believed. And yet now… every time I touched someone else, I felt like I was the one shattering. I buried my face in my hands and let out a guttural noise, somewhere between a laugh and a curse. Fuck. What the hell was happening to me? I used to be stone. Unshakable. Unfazed. But one broken girl with haunted eyes and her father’s cursed blood was unraveling me thread by thread. And the worst part?

I sat under the big tree behind the library.It was the only place that still felt untouched by whispers and stares. The air was still, like the world paused just to watch me break. A soft breeze brushed my cheek, but it couldn’t dry the tears already falling. I buried my face in my palms and let the sobs escape. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “I just... In fact,I had not enough reason to set her up badly.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

His lips trembled as his bloodshot eyes locked on me. "Lina? Is it really you? No… it can't be. They must be mistaken. "You can't be Lina… That stubborn, impossible woman wouldn't just die like this. No… this can't be! This can't be her!" Aiden shook his head furiously, muttering to himself in denial. Once, I used to wonder if Aiden would ever regret it if I died. Now that I had seen it with my own eyes, all I felt was a gut-wrenching sickness that clawed at me from deep inside.

" 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.

“Safe doesn’t look like this.” Her gaze didn’t waver. “That looks like pain. Pain you haven’t spoken, pain you’ve turned inward.” “I don’t want to speak it!” I shouted. “If I say it, it’s real. And if it’s real, I’ll break apart completely.” “You won’t,” she said calmly. “You might shatter, yes. But shattering is not the end. Sometimes it’s the only way to rebuild.” Her words buzzed in my ears. My chest rose and fell too fast. “Lucien can’t see me like this,” I whispered. “He already looks at me like I’m glass. If he hears this—if he knows—I’ll lose him.”