Shatter Me Books In Order Novels & Stories

I am already working on two other books, and though I cannot promise when each will be ready, I want to share my vision with you — the stories waiting patiently to be born, the worlds I am eager to open for you: Kiss of His Betrayal (Davina & Damon – Book 1) Kiss of a Fallen Star (Eva & Ryan – Book 2) Kiss of Lies and Fire (Jacob & Amara – Book 3) Kiss of His Redemption (Jenny, Jacob & Michael – Book 4) Kiss of Hidden Truths (Alex & Naina – Book 5) Each of these stories carries its own heartbeat, its own secrets, its own fire. Together, they form a universe of love, betrayal, redemption, and truth — a saga I cannot wait to share with you.

“How do you move forward when someone you loved turns out to be a stranger? How do you rebuild after something like this?” Elara closed her eyes, feeling the weight of Mia’s words. She remembered that feeling all too well—the disorientation, the heartbreak, the anger. But she also knew something else: that it was possible to rebuild, to find strength in the rubble of betrayal, and to emerge stronger on the other side.

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!"

“But it still shakes me.” “That means you’re human.” He kissed the top of my head. “And still healing.” Later that night, I sat at my desk and opened a blank page. I began typing the first words of what would become my book. Title: The Anatomy of Betrayal By Dr. Elena Hart “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s a story about what happens when the lies dissolve, and all that remains is the truth—raw, unspeakable, and liberating.”

Elsa I didn’t talk to Miles or any of his friends, not that they acknowledged me anyway. I rushed out of the club, my heart still racing. I stopped the first cab I saw, climbed in, and slammed the door behind me. Even as the car pulled away, I could still feel him. His hands on my body, his fingers inside me. I was shaking, not from cold, but from the adrenaline. I just wanted to go home and scrub every part of myself. Not that the orgasm was bad. It was... no words could come to mind, non would ever be enough.

His hand goes over to my towel, unwrapping it from my body with one swift move I didn’t see coming. A gasp pulls out of my mouth, and without thinking, I smash the vase on his head. It shatters, cascading over the floor. “Fuck! Laura! How could you!?” He roars, darting around, his hand clasped over his bleeding temple. Blood spurt over the white tiles of the bathroom. But I don’t fucking wait, I run. And Liam comes after me, eyes raging. Tbc

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.

A cry was torn from me as my world splintered into a thousand bright shards, my body trembling with the force of it. Then he was gone. The sudden emptiness inside me felt like a profound and startling grief. This was wrong, so terribly wrong, and yet my body sang with the memory of it. Had I been alone for so long that I would welcome this? I should be glad it was over. The fact that I was not made me question my own sanity. I let out a shaky breath, expecting his arms to fall away. But his hands returned, and this time, it was not his fingers. The hard, solid heat of him pressed against me, and before my mind could form a protest, he was pushing inside. The sheer, shocking fullness stole my

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

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."