Novel & Cerita Shatter Me Audiobook

The crowd began to murmur, a low, chaotic sound that filled the room. "She speaks of children and joy," I said, looking back at the cameras. "But what she did was ensure my home was shattered. She led me down a road where I was broken. She led me to a place where I was... tempted." I looked at Steve as I said the word. He didn't move, but a slow, dark smile spread across his face. "So yes, she survived," I finished. "But the truth is finally breathing, too."

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

Nathan’s faint voice echoed from the fragments— “Alina… don’t choose me… choose yourself…” She froze. Her heart shattered. The void exploded—

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

"If you are her." Seraphina could not speak. Could not move. "Because if you are," he said. "Then I have spent three years grieving a woman I threw away for a lie. And I do not think I can survive finding out I was right." "Damien." The name slipped out before she could catch it. Not Mr. Cross. Damien. His face broke. "Open the door." Her hand was already moving. She watched it move as if from a very long distance. She slid the chain off. Stepped back.

His ego has been bruised and his pride had been trampled under by Fred. This is too much to be done. He should pass his judgement and not allow him wallow too long in shame and disgrace. He wished for death than his present experience This is pure humiliation at its climax. The members of his pack, his guards and servants stand by and watch him so humiliated? He would commit suicide rather than see his shame. He wanted to bite his tongue and end it but the excruciating pain that came from him raising his jaws sent him panting. He had lost his front teeth, with what would he bite his tongue? He was sweating profusely all of a sudden but none besides Brenda knew why he was sweating.

Black dots danced in my vision from the suddenness of the pain and I pressed my fingers hard into my temples, dropping the gun I stole. The pain from before was back—only worse. So much worse. The black dots grew in my vision and fear gripped me at the sudden blindness. I heard Gabriel’s footing cease and retreat back to me. “Suthard! What are you doing? Come on!” My head pressurized to the point where I could start to feel my limbs fail me. My body crashed onto the dirt road and I wasted no time letting the darkness encompass not only my sight, but all my senses. -

SIERRA’S POV The sensation spread faster than fear, faster than reason. The world inside me, my thoughts, memories, even the sound of Isaak’s voice, fractured, like a house of glass struck by an unseen hammer. Aurelian was frantic, his voice cutting through the collapse, furious and strained as he tried to anchor himself to what was left of my crumbling self. He reached for memories, for fear, for me, but there was nothing solid left to grasp. The structure that had held him there simply gave way. With no mind left to bind him, no consciousness to root him, he was torn loose, dragged backward into nothing as the last fragments of my inner world fell apart.

I continue to smash and destroy everything within reach, each crash and clatter echoing the turmoil in my mind. A framed picture of Graham and me, once a symbol of our partnership, now feels like a mockery. I grab it and throw it with all my might, watching as it shatters into fragments. The glass cuts my hand, but I barely feel it through the haze of rage and despair. The bookshelf is next. I yank books from the shelves, flinging them across the room. The titles blur together as they hit the walls and floor with dull thuds. The room, once a place of order and control, is now a chaotic mess, mirroring the ruin of my life.

His breath was warm against me as he whispered, “Should’ve done that… a long time ago.” I gasped, a strange heat flooding my spine. It rolled through my limbs like a wave, dizzying and raw. “My only regret… is not doing it sooner.” Then his head dropped back. “Nathan no, no, stay with me,” I begged, cradling his face. “Please—please, don’t close your eyes.” But he didn’t respond. And I shattered. A sound tore from my throat—half scream, half sob. My heart felt like it was collapsing. Something inside me cracked, split open like a dam breaking.