Shatter Me Book Review Novels & Stories

My hands shook, but I did not lower them. The council chamber trembled as the fire coiled inward, wrapping tight around my chest, my ribs, my heart. Heat seared through me, not burning but binding, as though the shard had already decided what it would claim. My breath hitched, the taste of smoke thick on my tongue, my body caught between surrender and resistance. And I realized then, with a clarity that hollowed me, that the shard’s price would not be mine to choose at all.

The sun was warm as its rays filtered through the windows. I tore up the DNA test report. Finally, all the love and hatred in the past could be sealed away in these torn-up fragments now scattered across the floor.

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.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

Because in that moment, we weren’t broken. We were whole. And this was just the beginning of our new dawn. THE END THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

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.

"Lila… I know I was wrong. I live worse than a beast in here every day. Save me, please. I'll change, I swear I'll change!" Tears streaked down her face, but I saw no true remorse in her eyes. I shook my head gently. "You chose this path yourself. I warned you—becoming the prince's bride isn't easy. You insisted on doing things your way. You ruined yourself… and you killed that newborn child." She didn't want to hear any of it. The moment she realized I wouldn't save her, her expression twisted, and she hurled herself toward me like a demon. "Even if I've lost again in this life, I'll drag you down to hell with me! In the next life, I'll win for sure!"

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

And now I am standing in the wreckage of that loyalty, watching her try to rewrite it. She steps forward, her eyes wide, her mouth trembling. “Fiona, you have it all wrong. It’s not what you think~” I laugh. It’s a brittle, hollow sound that feels like glass cracking in my throat. “Why do people always say that? Every damn fucking time. First Edward, now you. You always say it’s not what I think, when it’s exactly what I think. It’s exactly what it looks like. You hurt me. You hurt our friend group. You shattered something that mattered.”

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.