Shatter Me Book Novels & Stories

But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that every ounce of pain I’ve endured in my life has turned me into something sharp, something that bites back. He doesn’t know that I don’t just break, I shatter , and I take down whoever’s closest when I do. I feel the nausea curling tighter in my chest, but underneath it, something else bubbles: anger. No. Rage .

The crystal warmed on my chest, pulled from the box, its hum syncing with our gasps. Climax crashed—hers first, walls milking me, my cum spilling hot inside her. But as we peaked, the crystal shattered with a crack like thunder, shards flying. A wail filled the room, spectral—Mira, solidifying from mist, eyes wild. 'Forgive... protect...'

A stern look set across his face, eyes dark and angry. "I said you will not read this stupid fucking book," he commanded while grabbing the book from the middle and tearing it in two. Tears ran down her eyes as she watched him rip the book into countless pieces. It seemed he had lost his sanity. Asher shredded the book into several tiny pieces. If only he could also shred his past like this. This book had triggered a deep-buried fear within him. He looked at her after he was done tearing up her book beyond repair.

I would pack Luna’s things and mine, leave this city, run my business remotely, and leave the house that still smelled like Mark, leave the woman who had quietly taken my place in my daughter’s stories and my damn husband’s bed. I will go for a clean break. A new start somewhere the neighbors didn’t know my shame. And right now, just one reckless night with the man who looked at me like I was worth ruining for… it didn’t feel like betrayal anymore. It felt like survival. I lifted my chin, met his gaze, and let another tear fall on purpose. “Yes,” I whispered. “It is.” The words barely left my mouth before I moved. I grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and pulled him down hard. My mo

**This is the third book in the Guardians Next Generation Series. It can be read as a standalone book but will have references to events that occurred in Shattered Bonds. This book will run in a parallel timeframe to Shattered Bonds. Events in this book will overlap with events in that book. Maeve Three Years Ago

A memory of that day flashed forward in my mind, it was so intense I felt my knees buckle and I vaguely could feel them crack as they hit the tiled floor. My father had stopped cutting the second he heard Ace come home from practice, “Next time, you’ll have to learn to be more quiet- or else I might have to bring Ace down here and practice on him instead.” Bile rose in my throat, quiet, I could do that. “Wait here for an hour or so, then figure out a way to untie yourself.” His receding footsteps were all I heard, I was too weak with the loss of blood to open my eyes. I’ll just rest here until I can open them… and then I faded into nothing “What the fuck was that Aurora?” I came too as Benne

A computer sat in the corner of the desk and there was a bookshelf along the adjacent wall. It would have given off a professional vibe if not for how trashed it was. Papers were scattered and torn all over the surface and floor, making the floor look white and black, hiding the dark carpet underneath. The computer monitor was shattered and laying uselessly on its side with the mouse and keyboard completely yanked off and thrown over to the other side of the room. The books on the shelves joined the papers on the ground. The different colored covers set off a contrast to the overwhelming black and white, but left the shelves looking dull and empty with the bare wood exposed.

****** Megan I heard the door slamming so hard that the walls and windows shook. I lifted my head and looked around, finding myself completely alone in that wonderful apartment that was exactly how I had imagined in my dreams how I wanted my home to be. Something inside me was broken, destroyed beyond repair. I fell to the ground and brought my knees to my chest, collapsing in a desperate cry while in front of my eyes, I saw nothing but the disappointed expression of Liam as I destroyed everything between us, I had disintegrated with my hands.

His words were needles, but I’d long since grown used to the sting. I curled my fingers into tight fists before letting them speak with deadly calm: You won’t break me. His head tilted, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, but I don’t have to break you,” he whispered, stepping back into the shadows like a vulture circling a carcass. “You’re already cracked. All I have to do is tap…” He tapped his fingers once, twice, thrice against the stone wall—each knock loud, deliberate. “And watch you shatter.” The echo lingered longer than it should have. He thought he could chip away at me until I collapsed into dust. He didn’t realize—I’d already shattered. And from shattered things, sharper edges are born.

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.