Shatter Me Book 1 Novels & Stories

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

Elsa I didn’t talk to Miles or any of his friends, not that they acknowledged me anyway. I rushed out of the club, my heart still racing. I stopped the first cab I saw, climbed in, and slammed the door behind me. Even as the car pulled away, I could still feel him. His hands on my body, his fingers inside me. I was shaking, not from cold, but from the adrenaline. I just wanted to go home and scrub every part of myself. Not that the orgasm was bad. It was... no words could come to mind, non would ever be enough.

"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

From a princess in a wealthy home to a sex worker, a drug dealer, a prisoner, a heart breaker, a gold digger, a waitress, a sex addict, and finally on my last day a foolish mother who was about to leave her little angel all alone. I couldn't thank Roland enough for accepting me the way I was, for never judging me with my past and shattered heart. And trying to heal my shattered heart. I never thought that I deserved such a man in my life after everything I did to myself. He never cared about my past and chose to stay by my side. I wanted to get married as soon as possible but I couldn't either untill he suggested a way. How I met Roland is also a very important part of my life, a part I want

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

My breath caught as I looked at the glass he broke through. I knew without a doubt it wasn't glass now, the layers that refused to hold together were spread around on the ground, sporting a dark midnight black. The wall was as thick as my leg, at least that I can tell. Nathan's eyes landed on mine immediately and I once again tried to imagine what I looked like. He didn't care, apparently, and ran to me in just a few steps. I instinctively opened my arms and welcomed him, ignoring my limb's protesting at the movement.

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

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

“But it still shakes me.” “That means you’re human.” He kissed the top of my head. “And still healing.” Later that night, I sat at my desk and opened a blank page. I began typing the first words of what would become my book. Title: The Anatomy of Betrayal By Dr. Elena Hart “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s a story about what happens when the lies dissolve, and all that remains is the truth—raw, unspeakable, and liberating.”