Shatter Me Book Pages Novels & Stories

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

And what she saw…shattered her heart into a million pieces. author note: (2 chapters today coz i did not upload yesterday, thank you for the patience. I hope yall love it and pls if you ve not reviewed my book yet, do so okay🥺 I need more beautiful readers and dont forget to comment.... thank you love yall)

I staggered, almost collapsed, my notebook leaping off my hands and shooting across the floor. I had already reached the street when I could even begin to chase after it. Behind me, the doors slammed shut with a harsh snap, the reflected glass revealing that I was---outside, unwanted. I stood outside for what seemed like forever, even the dark sky and sign of heavy did not make me lose sight of what brought me here. “Damien knight.” I kept repeating the name like it was a savor. And then coming out of the revolving doors, Damian Knight. He glittered beneath the rain pounding down. Hands reached out and clutched him, paparazzi shouting his name, and flashes of camera. He strode as if he were

“See? I told you. I can’t. This isn’t for me.” “Try again,” Di urged, voice trembling but steady with faith. “Just once more.” I swallowed hard. Fine. One more time. I pressed my palms against the cover and let my mind sink into the silence, into my own pulse. I pictured hinges groaning, pages fluttering. The book shuddered. Heat flared beneath my hands. My eyes flew open. It opened. Pages ripped themselves free, fluttering until one stopped in the center. The world held its breath. My chest hammered so loud I thought the lantern would shatter; the letters on the page pulsed under my palms like a second heartbeat:

Chapter 56: On a Throne Of Blood and Shadow The moment my fingertips skimmed the surface of the book, the world crumbled. I wasn’t falling. I wasn’t flying. I was unraveling. A million shards of reality shattered around me, warping, folding in on themselves, each with a flickering image—glimpses of things that were, things that could be, things that never were. And at the center of it all—

Books tumbled to the ground, their pages fluttering like wounded birds. The room trembled under the weight of Stanley's wrath, the air heavy with the acrid scent of broken glass and torn pages. He tore paintings from the walls, the once serene images reduced to shredded canvases. The walls bore the marks of his aggression, scars etched deep into the fabric of the room. In his blind rage, Stanley swept his arm across the vanity, sending cosmetics and trinkets crashing to the floor. The mirror shattered, its reflective surface shattering into a thousand fractured shards, mirroring the shattered fragments of his own psyche.

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...'

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.

He slammed into me hard and wild with no mercy or warning just going straight in expanding me to my limit as I tried to accommodate his monster. I gasped. I shivered. I cried. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes smearing fresh mascara stain on me “This is what you wanted right?” He asked as he slammed in again.

~ Liana ~ The moment I slammed the door of my hotel room, the tears started flowing. My legs gave way, and I found myself crumpled on the floor, my back pressed against the cold wall. The robe from the bed hung around me like a heavy blanket, offering no comfort from the storm brewing inside. With trembling hands, I reached for the remote control. I hesitated, not wanting to face anything that might judge me further than I already felt—but there was this nagging need to see it. I had to grasp just how far my life had spiraled out of control.