Novel & Cerita Shatter Me Book Pages

But before I left for good, I looked at her over my shoulder and said, “Remember what I said. If we ever meet again, I won’t let you live.” ° ° ° ° ° ° ° I took a deep, calming breath before I inserted the key and unlocked the Book of the Damned. The second I heard the click sound, there was an earthquake. Or at least, I’d thought it was an earthquake until I realized that everything else inside my room was staying perfectly still except for the book and my hands that were holding it. The book was shaking, and I feared that it would burst at any moment. Luckily, the shaking ceased after a few minutes and the cover of the book swung open, revealing the first page.

My hand trembled slightly as I lowered the pages. ‘You thought this was the right thing to do.’ I had convinced myself of that for weeks that letting her go and creating distance had seemed logical. Responsible and even necessary. But now the silence in this house felt unbearable. My eyes burned slightly as I stared down at the pages again. ‘You idiot.’ The glass in my hand suddenly felt fragile. Too fragile. Before I realized what I was doing, my grip tightened. Then tightened again. And the next second the sharp sound of shattering glass broke through the quiet room.

"Don't thank me yet. This is going to get ugly, Anthony. When Mirabel finds out what we're doing, she's going to fight back. She's going to try to discredit us, to paint us as bitter exes trying to ruin her life." "Let her try." "I'm serious. She has money. She has connections. And she has a family she's trying to protect. She won't go down without a fight." "Neither will I." She stood and walked over to a bookshelf. She pulled down a small wooden box and brought it back to the couch. "There's something else I need to show you." She opened the box and pulled out a stack of letters. "Mirabel sent these to me over the past two years. After she confessed, she kept writing. Apologizing. Begging

"On the day your sister got engaged, I made a rare trip home… and then happened to meet you. And then we… well…" He coughed softly, trying to hide his embarrassment. But I was too stunned by the dramatic revelation to react. I had heard rumors about the unloved firstborn vampire prince in my previous life, but I never imagined I'd be tied to him. Everything was happening too fast. I hadn't even caught up when a sharp pain tore through my abdomen. I clutched his arm tightly. "Oh no… I'm going into labor—now…"

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.

# Chapter Seventy-Eight: When Everything Burns --- I stood in Silvermoon's central square, staring at one hundred nineteen bodies laid out in rows, and felt something inside me break. Not metaphorically. I felt the exact moment when the part of me that had been trying to change the world through principles and process just... shattered. Replaced by something rawer. Something that cared less about cosmic justice and more about the teenage boy who had talked about learning from failures now lying cold on the ground.

My hands trembled slightly, though I told myself it was from anger. My throat tightened as I flipped through the pages while gritting my teeth. “Damn it!” I snarled, slamming the book shut. I didn’t even realize I had been growling until I heard the low rumble in my chest that always came when my control began to fray. In one single motion, I grabbed the book again and began tracing the old binding threads with my claw. Still seething, I held the book with both hands and began to shred it like that was going to abate my anger.

Daniel had thrown his last stone. And it had shattered nothing but his own reflection. That night, I wrote a letter. Not to Daniel. Not to the courts. Not even to Lucas. I wrote it to myself. To the woman I used to be. To the girl who once believed love could save everything. I burned it after. But I remember every word. You are not broken. You are awakened. You are not bitter. You are wiser. You are not unloved. You are free. And from now on, the only vow you keep… is the one you make to yourself.

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.

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.