Shatter Me Book Series Novels & Stories

Only the broken, shattered boy she left behind remains. "Because you destroyed me, Amber!" I scream, tears finally spilling over my lashes as I step closer, completely ignoring the danger. "Because you made me love you more than life itself, you gave me your heart, and then you fucking disappeared into thin air like I meant nothing to you! You shattered me into a million pieces and acted like I never existed.” *** Amber’s P.O.V. My plan worked. He finally broke. He finally spilt the truth. But what the fuck is he talking about?

“That’s impossible.” His eyes locked on hers, unreadable, but sharp enough to cut. “Then someone wants me to believe otherwise.” And with that, the glass between them shattered not in a burst, but in a slow, deadly crack that promised the next chapter would draw blood. .

But another part of me, the part that remembered growing up with her, the part that remembered her reading me bedtime stories and helping me with homework, that part didn't want to destroy her. "I don't know," I said finally. "She's my sister." "She's also the person who ruined your life." "I know. But that doesn't make it easier." I looked out the window. "If we expose her, it won't just hurt her. It'll hurt Samuel. It'll hurt their kids. It'll tear apart my entire family." "And if we don't expose her, she gets away with it." Anthony's voice was hard. "She gets to keep living her perfect life while we pick up the pieces of ours."

**This is the third book in the Guardians Next Generation Series. It can be read as a standalone book but will have references to events that occurred in Shattered Bonds. This book will run in a parallel timeframe to Shattered Bonds. Events in this book will overlap with events in that book. Maeve Three Years Ago

"Please, he needs you by his side." Thalia shook her head, her chest rose and fell rapidly, her heartbeat loud in her ears. Franklin's name struck her heart like a dagger twisted mercilessly. Her mind spun, replaying flashes of memory she had buried: his betrayal, the fake affection, the bitter taste of abandonment. The cold expression when he handed her the divorce papers. The night he shattered her world and left her bleeding in the dark, unloved, unwanted. Her hands trembled, and she backed away a step, as if distance could shield her from the weight of Delilah’s plea. Her voice was barely a whisper.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

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.

Seeing you standing right there ignited something in me and I thought, 'Why can't I have a little fun? It was just supposed to be for fun but heck, I fell for you. However, you kept lying to me." "I didn't.... I didn't ... didn't mean to," I tried to explain. "Shut up, I haven't asked for your explanation," he cut me off. "Hale, Trisha, the New Order, you are all ants I can easily crush with my foot. At this point, do you want to know what is happening to your precious New Order?

When he shoved her the news on tv, though, as wall as the many news articles about the wedding, Christen… Her life just crumbled to dust at the sight. She couldn’t believe it. Once again, she had let sweet whispers take hold of her. Played her for a fool she was. Remind her that there was nothing good about living. At least, not for her. She thought she felt broken when Forrest divorced her, but seeing the man she fell for- whom she thought genuinely returned her feelings, truly loved her more than Forrest had- married someone else, without telling her one word about that other person… It destroyed her. Obliterated her. More than the torture Damien had put her through. A torture she barely f

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.