Shatter Me Book Novels & Stories

While his body was ripped into pieces and no place in the library was free of blood. "Mike." I said barely above a whisper while tears kept on falling from eyes. My whole world had shattered into pieces and dust. *** Keep reading the book for more awaited fun especially in the next chapter. Love, EemanFaisal25

I look at my shaking hand and i try to stop it from shaking like this but alas, he messed me up, he ruined me and nothing will change that. I curl it into a fist, my nails digging into my palm, so hard that it pains but i don't stop. "I am okay, everything is okay." I whisper to myself, again and again to keep myself from breaking down, "It'll be okay." I say. But deep down, i know it won't. I close my eyes when i hear a loud glass shuttering sound from behind me, it was followed by loud thud of slamming a door shut. I open the bathroom's door and take a look inside the room and like i thought the mirror is now on the floor, he shattered it into pieces, just like he did to me.

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

It didn’t subdue the fire in me. I was beyond angry as I hurled the glass against the wall. It shattered in an instant, pieces splintering in all directions, shining in the low lights like tiny knives. I ran a hand down my face, exhaling heavily. I shouldn’t have let her push me this far. I shouldn’t have let her get to me like that.

"How could you do this to me, Stephen? How could you choose her over me?" The surge of anger within her burned, hot and searing, propelling her forward. With a violent sweep of her arm, books flew off the shelves, their pages crumpled and torn. The sound of their bindings cracking against the wooden floor was a symphony of destruction, a cacophony of her shattered heart. "Everything is falling apart!" she exclaimed, her voice a trembling crescendo of fury. "Just like us. Just like my heart." Melissa sank to her knees, her body wracked with sobs that seemed to emanate from the depths of her being. The pain poured out of her like a river in full flood, overwhelming and uncontrollable.

“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.

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?

The Price of Defiance I made it to my bedroom before my legs gave out. My hands shook as I locked the door, pressing my back against the wood. The bravado drained from my body like water through a sieve, leaving behind the trembling, terrified girl I actually was. What had I done? Downstairs, voices erupted—my father's rage, my mother's tears, Victoria Ashford's cutting accusations. And beneath it all, Richard's voice, calm and controlled, like a predator deciding whether to pounce now or wait.

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.

"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