Shatter Me By Tahereh Mafi Novels & Stories

She is my only true love right now, but as for the immediate future, she does not exist. The tears that have been threatening to consume my eyes and edge their way down my face come rolling with such great force. The raging anger that is suffocating every corner of my body lets loose like a beast. As far as my feet take me into the ops tent, every single object that finds itself in my path shatters in pure brute force against the ground. The very thought of us making love not so long ago, the mere thought of the lingerie that she wore the first time we met, is ripped to shreds from my mind. I want all and every memory to be gone until there is nothing but small shattered pieces left. The cha

" You can’t burn your own reflection, Amara. You think this love makes you strong, but it’s the fracture I needed." Her words wrapped around the air like silk. " Through him, "she breathed, "I’ll finish what Lilith began." I slammed my hand against the glass. Shadows erupted in a burst of black flame. The reflection rippled, screaming not human, not echo. And for an instant, a hand pressed back from the other side. Warm. Real. Then the glass shattered. I staggered backward, shards raining to the floor, the firelight scattering across a thousand fragments.

They broke her Completely Taapur was shattered by their accusations and then Her fathers motivated her . She crushed her depression and threw herself in studies . Yoga and meditation also helped her but somewhere in her heart , little bit of Insecurities and fear of her outer appearance was there . Taapur sighed again and spent an hour just rolling on her bed . Sleep was far away from her eyes . She held her phone tightly , glancing at the contact list then it hit her that she didn't have Abhimanyu's number in the contact list

"Then allow us to examine your thoughts." She gasped. I could see the fear in her face. She knew what that meant. Mind searching wasn’t painless. It wasn't kind. It caused wounds. Her lips were licked. "I have faith in you." Shaun cursed in a low voice. “This is a mistake.” I ignored him. Mira nodded slightly. "Take action." I made a grab for her. And the moment my fingers touched her skin— Everything shattered. darkness. chilly.

“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.

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

“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.

And WHAM, it hits her hard and god it hits me ever harder. So as she makes her way back to her bedroom, the tears that have been threatening to consume my eyes and edge their way down my face come rolling with such great force. The raging anger that is suffocating every corner of my body lets loose like a beast. As I enter what shall be my new home, as far as my feet take me into the room, every single object that finds itself in my path shatters in pure brute force against the wall. There is glass shattering into fragments of nothing. I ram my fist with a hatred so raw in the mirror, hundreds of pieces cutting at the skin of my hand.

What if the people I love most will always carry the power to destroy me? HOURS AFTER THE CONFRONTATION WITH LALA “Fiona, please. Just give me a second to explain.” Her voice cracks at the edges, but I stay rooted to the spot, my hands hanging uselessly at my sides. My chest rises too fast, too uneven, and I feel the tears sliding down my cheeks. I don’t wipe them away. She needs to see what she did to me. She needs to see what this has done.

Lauren snatched the shard from my hand, her slender fingers trembling faintly under the sunlight. The moment she clearly made out the letters engraved on it, the once arrogant and imposing Miss Hayes suddenly found her breathing turning rapid.