Shatter Me Book 1 Novels & Stories

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.

He warned her, "You hurt Rebecca. I'll never trust you again." At that moment, the last shred of her pride shattered completely. Despair and resentment consumed her entirely. She directed all her hatred toward me, convinced I was the reason for her downfall. Driven by revenge, she'd meticulously planned this attack. She'd expected Evan to stand by coldly and watch me get hurt. She never anticipated that he'd rush forward to shield me with his body. Knowing all this filled me not with pity, but cold indifference. Facing such hysterical resentment and malicious revenge, I instructed my lawyer without hesitation to pursue the harshest punishment possible, leaving her no mercy.

The faces of Ash, Ronan, Miles fractured, splintering into a thousand tiny reflections before bursting apart completely. I lunged forward, every muscle tearing, every breath burning, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. With one final roar, I shattered it. The world broke open… light searing, shards of shadow scattering like dying stars, and I fell forward into the abyss. My heart hammered against my ribs, blood rushing loud in my ears. Darkness swallowed me whole. But it was clean, honest darkness. Not theirs. Not broken. I was free.

“C,um for me, baby. I want to see you unravel around my fingers.” The combination of his fingers and dirty words drew me toward the edge. I felt the pressure build and build in my head—until I snapped. My thighs quavered as a mind-shattering orga,sm tore through me. I closed my eyes and clung to him. “Alec!” He held me through it, pressed kisses to my temple as I trembled in his arms. “That’s it,” he murmured. “So beautiful when you shatter for me.” My breath came in shallow pants.

She then raised her head and glared at me, barking, "You bitch!" I immediately slapped her hard across the face, knocking her to the ground. "You have a lot of nerve calling me that, given all the horrible things you've done, Julie!" Julie's gaze flickered for a moment before she scrambled to her feet and threw herself at Connor. "I'll admit it—I was the one who drugged you. I only did it because I love you so much, Connor.

The book quivered in resistance to her touch, and the chains tightened around Vincent even more tightly. Vincent cried out, “Camela!” She screamed back, gripping the cover tightly with both hands and pulling it apart forcefully. The book tore cleanly down the middle. The noise wasn’t the sound of paper tearing. It was flesh ripping apart. Her chest burned, as if something inside her was ripped too. She stumbled forward, gasping for air, blood smearing her lips. The chains broke apart, exploding into sparks. Vincent caught her and held her shivering body with horror in his eyes.

" He said. "Frank, please you can't leave me. I love you remember I..." Franklin slammed the door loudly on her face. Her body trembled with shock, a tear slid down her cheeks. She stood there, frozen. The cold wind slapped her face but it couldn't compare to the chill that pierced her bones. Her fingers clutched the handle of her suitcase as if it could bring her back to a reality that had just been shattered. The rain began to fall, slowly at first,soft drizzles kissing her skin, mixing with the tears already streaming down her face.

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.

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.

Chapter 140. Vera’s POV. Glass shattered against the wall, the sound sharp and violent as it echoed through my room. Another bottle followed, then another, my hands shaking as rage tore through me like fire. My chest heaved, my breath coming fast and uneven, my head spinning with hatred… with jealousy… with failure.