Novel & Cerita Shatter Me Book

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.

For a moment, the fatigue faded from his face, and the sharp look he once had came back. He watched me expectantly, awaiting my answer. I shook my head gently. "Evan, I'll always remember that you saved me, and I'll forever be grateful. But we can't go back to the way things were. I can't accept you again. It's not that I hate you. It's just that the feelings are gone." The brightness in his eyes faded instantly. His smile froze, and his gaze became unfocused. He was clearly struggling to accept this harsh reality.

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.

I battle to control myself, and I drop to my knees before her. “Malishka, hey…” I cup her jaw again. “It wasn't any of your fault.” She shakes her head, refusing to believe that. “I shouldn't have started that race. I shouldn't have gone to a lonely road. What was I thinking? I should have known this would happen…” She sobs harder, ignoring my words. “I…should have been more careful. Now, she broke me. She's shattered my dreams.” My gaze hardens to steel at the mention of the culprit.

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

The moment he’s gone, the last thread of control shatters. I roar, guttural, and inhuman. The next second I'm tearing through the living room. My fist shatters a glass cabinet. The coffee table goes flying. I rip down curtains. A lamp crashes to the floor. The sound of splintering wood, shattering glass, and my own ragged breathing fills the house. But the burning, boiling fury inside me won't die. She is alive. She is with him. She's the Moonfire Healer. And she hates me.

Marcus’s gaze sharpened, his hand moving instinctively to grab me, but it was already too late. I crashed to the floor. The contents of the box scattered everywhere, and my wrist scraped hard against the ground. Marcus stepped quickly toward me, his hand reaching out. Then, as if catching sight of something, he bent and picked up two sheets of paper from the mess. "A resignation letter? And this..." I scrambled to my feet, snatching the papers from his hands in a panic. "I’ll clean this up myself. Don’t mess with my things." Stunned by how fiercely I reacted, Marcus stared at me. "You’re resigning?"

The part I abandoned for a fantasy called love. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “That doesn’t cut it!” she roars. Suddenly, the room explodes—literally shatters—as if the world around us were glass. Shards of memory, regret, and pain swirl in the air, slicing into us like razors. I cry out as a sharp edge cuts across my cheek, another across my shoulder. Blood spills, warm and wet, but she doesn’t flinch. She stands in the storm of our broken past, screaming.

If I remembered them truly,if I held every scar, every fear, every laugh,they could walk again beside me. The power settled into my marrow like a second heartbeat. And then, the book crumbled. It just… dissolved. One moment it was there, the next, only a pile of fine gray ash on my desk. I tried to stand. My legs gave out. The world tilted. Darkness rushed in at the edges of my vision. I collapsed to the floor, my head striking wood with a dull thud. The last thing I felt was warmth spreading through my chest in completion. Then, nothing.

I continue to smash and destroy everything within reach, each crash and clatter echoing the turmoil in my mind. A framed picture of Graham and me, once a symbol of our partnership, now feels like a mockery. I grab it and throw it with all my might, watching as it shatters into fragments. The glass cuts my hand, but I barely feel it through the haze of rage and despair. The bookshelf is next. I yank books from the shelves, flinging them across the room. The titles blur together as they hit the walls and floor with dull thuds. The room, once a place of order and control, is now a chaotic mess, mirroring the ruin of my life.