Shatter Me Book 1 Novels & Stories

Just like that. And in that moment, as I pressed my trembling hand against the locked door, I felt something inside me shatter. Not just love. Not just trust. But the last piece of the woman who once believed Ethan Smith was her forever.

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.

The sun was warm as its rays filtered through the windows. I tore up the DNA test report. Finally, all the love and hatred in the past could be sealed away in these torn-up fragments now scattered across the floor.

Lauren snatched the shard from my hand, her slender fingers trembling faintly under the sunlight. The moment she clearly made out the letters engraved on it, the once arrogant and imposing Miss Hayes suddenly found her breathing turning rapid.

woven between shattered silences. He kisses her. My Thea. My mate. My bonded mate—even if the magic is gone. And for a second, the whole bar blurs. The sound cuts out. The lights flicker in my periphery like warning signals before an explosion. I growl. Low and deep and inhuman. The bottle slips from my hand and crashes against the ground, shattering like my control. Liquor and glass splash across my boots, but I don’t feel a damn thing. I’m already moving.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Broken and Listening Sera pov The voices filtered through the haze of medication like radio stations cutting in and out. Male. Deep. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache even through the fog of painkillers. Aiden. My mate. The one who didn't want me.

"On the day your sister got engaged, I made a rare trip home… and then happened to meet you. And then we… well…" He coughed softly, trying to hide his embarrassment. But I was too stunned by the dramatic revelation to react. I had heard rumors about the unloved firstborn vampire prince in my previous life, but I never imagined I'd be tied to him. Everything was happening too fast. I hadn't even caught up when a sharp pain tore through my abdomen. I clutched his arm tightly. "Oh no… I'm going into labor—now…"

He vowed not to care for anyone else; until he saw her… Cassandra Nicole Rockwell; a 21 year old waitress had her life all figured out; she would marry her boyfriend Jonathan next year and live happily ever after. Jonathan has been her boyfriend for a year now and she believes that he is the one she will spend the rest of her life with. How wrong could she be? Her heart was shattered to pieces when he saw him having sex with someone else. After everything that she did life showed her that she was a worthless piece of shit; someone easy to dispose and be replaced. She cannot help but cry her heart out.

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.

I wasn’t just breaking things, I was smashing the life we had built together, a life that was now nothing more than a lie. By the time I stopped, the living room was in shambles. Glass shards littered the floor, photo frames were broken and scattered everywhere, and the walls looked bare, stripped of the happy memories that had once filled them. I stood in the center of the wreckage, chest heaving, hands trembling, as the adrenaline drained from my body.