Novel & Cerita Shatter Me Book Pages

My legs carried me before my mind could catch up, storming out of the room, and down the halls until I reached the library. The moment the door shut, I broke. Rage, shame, heat! Everything tangled until I wanted to tear my skin off. I couldn't breathe. Everything was too neat, and carefully arranged. The order of it mocked the chaos burning inside me. I grabbed the nearest book, one of his timeless journals, and shoved it to the ground. The sound made me flinch, but it loosened something in me. If I couldn’t hurt him, I could damn well destroy what he cared about.

I kicked it so hard it collapsed sideways, books scattering like fallen leaves. The full-length mirror? I hurled a decorative crystal at it, watching with sick satisfaction as cracks spiderwebbed across the glass until it shattered completely. But none of the things he gave me ended up on the ground. None. As if a part of me was silently protecting them. I sank to the ground, where shards of glass decorated the floor like twisted flowers in a cursed garden. A few pierced my fingers, but I didn’t give a damn. Let it hurt. It wouldn’t kill me.

My thighs pressed together. The ink bled a little in the corner of the page. Smudged. Like she’d cried while writing it. “I didn’t feel dirty. I felt needed. They made me feel like I was the only thing keeping them alive.” I slammed the book shut. "Fuck." My hands were shaking. My fingers clenched around the page. She had them. Both. Loved them. Broke them. Saved them I couldn’t read more. Not now. Not with that picture in my head. Her. Naked. Worshiped. Loved by both.

I wanted to be your partner, not your project. He turned the page. You made me feel beautiful and broken at the same time. And that contradiction lived in me like wildfire." Page after page, her voice bleed through. Raw. Honest. Forgiving in some places. Devastating in others. By the time she was finished, Killian was holding the book with white knuckles. If you ever find your way back to me, I won't make it easy. Because love shouldn't be easy. But if you're still willing to fight. then maybe we have a chance."

Chapter Ninety Six: Peace The room was quiet, the hum of the evening outside barely heard through the windows. Rachel sat on the bed, pulled her knees up close to her chest, and looked down at her hands. It had been an emotional day in surges which would leave one drained and still feel lighter than it had in weeks. She had heard Noah's words, taken the weight of his forgiveness, and finally-finally-allowed herself to believe that moving on was possible.

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

A PAWN & A KING ~ALICE’S POV~ I was still standing there, staring at the door Noah had just walked through, trying to piece my sanity back together. But that was the thing about sanity. Once it cracks, it doesn’t take much to shatter. A low groan cut through the silence. I turned slowly, my stomach flipping as I saw Edward stir on the floor. Another groan, and he rolled onto his side, wincing as he dragged himself up onto his elbows.

It felt good. I grabbed one of the novels she'd left behind and ripped out the pages before shredding it and letting it fall pitifully to the ground like dead leaves. The book wouldn't do. I searched for anything breakable and ruined it, one by one, the next. And the next. All of them. Every memory, everything lucid dream, every fucking thing that made my heart thunder. I ruined it all and when I'd finally destroyed everything that could be destroyed, I stood, breathing heavily, and stared at the carnage on the floor.

The book said. I placed my trembling hand on the glowing pages of the Book of Shadows and a searing pain shot through my fingers like a bolt of lightning. It was as if my hand had been engulfed in flames, the intensity of the sensation causing me to cry out in agony. "Ahhhh!" I yelped, my voice echoing through the cottage as I tried to jerk my hand away from the book's surface. But to my horror, the pain only intensified, as though invisible chains were holding me in place, trapping me in a vortex of excruciating torment.