Shatter Me Book Review の小説・ストーリー

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

"I've been trying to get her to come clean, but she refused and even threatened me, warning that I'd pay dearly if I ever revealed this. I just couldn't stand by and watch her deceive the Greene family anymore, though, so I've chosen to reveal the matter publicly through this livestream." I noticed that the comment section in the livestream was filled with scorn directed at me. In no time, the whole thing went viral and landed on the trending topics online, and I was instantly stigmatized with labels such as "manipulative gold-digger who tried to trap a man with a baby" and "slut". In the past couple of days, numerous people had been coming to my place to deface my residence with paint and s

But every time I repeated the lie, it cracked a little more. I’d seen the truth in her eyes when she’d looked at me. It wasn’t manipulation. It wasn’t pity. It was grief. I’d shattered it anyway. I drank until the bottle ran dry, until my vision blurred and Norman’s voice faded into static. When the glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor, I didn’t bother to move. The shards glittered in the lamplight, sharp and perfect, just like her. For the first time in years, I felt something dangerously close to regret.

"The journal mentions 'The Shattering.' It says after her final bond was formed, her mates changed. Became. aggressive. Possessive. And then they attacked her." "The Shattering?" Kai repeated, his mind already working, putting together bits of forbidden information. "I've only heard rumors it exists. A theoretical bond rejection extreme, perhaps? But not. fated murder." "It's not rejection," Rhea corrected, her eyes running over the intricate script. "It says the bond intensified, obsessed them. Warped their protective instincts into something ugly. They couldn't bear to share her, even with each other. They wanted her for themselves alone, and when they couldn't have that, they decided that

Burned into flames and dusted away and carried by the wind. “Rot in hell, you damned bitch!” I heard his last words. The adrenaline shot me forcing me to move, but the shock shattered me into thin slices that were impossible to put back again. My body sweltered with heat as I fell away… The wind blew violently as the rain prevented me from seeing the face of the man who just shattered me. Broke my heart into a million pieces…my legs were frozen, but I could feel I was by the edge of the cliff about to fall.

Rose’s POV Everything broke. Not gently. Not in pieces I could understand. It shattered—loud, violent, wrong—like something that wasn’t meant to be touched had just been forced open anyway. Light tore through the darkness in jagged lines, blinding and sharp. I flinched, throwing my arm up instinctively, but it didn’t help. It still burned. It still felt like something was ripping me out of a place I wasn’t ready to leave. “No—wait—”

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.

My hands were flat on the surface in front of me. Then something inside me broke. Not cracked. Not fractured. Broke. Completely. Catastrophically. Like a dam that had been holding back an ocean for months finally giving way. I stood up and grabbed the edge of the desk. I flipped it. The massive oak structure crashed onto its side and sent papers and maps and pens scattering across the floor. The lamp shattered. Glass exploded across the stone. I grabbed the bookshelf next. Ripped it from the wall. Books rained down around me. Their pages fluttered like wounded birds.

It was time to move on. The Shadows convulsed and oozed towards the urn with a ravenous intensity. But before I could change my mind, they engulfed it… shattering it into 1,000 pieces. Silver and black shards exploded into the air, piercing my chest and scattering across the room like a dark, malevolent rain. I fell to my knees as my heart shattered, once again, the shards piercing my very soul. I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.