Shatter Me By Tahereh Mafi Novels & Stories

Her mind was shattered, completely broken with dark, addictive pleasure. She looked up at him with glassy, desperate eyes and whispered hoarsely: “More… Please… Destroy me again.” Tafari stared down at her coldly, his massive cock still rock hard and dripping. “Good girl. The desert is alive tonight… and so am I.”

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

"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

Because she would learn what I already knew: That love doesn’t always save you. Sometimes it ruins you and asks you to smile through it. There was no more soft left in her. Just a girl wrapped in thorns. A girl holding grief like it was a weapon. A girl who had bled too many times not to bite back. And if she wanted to become someone else… Then I would be the one to help her do it. But not gently. Not this time. I stood. The picture frame in my hand slipped. Crashed to the floor. Glass cracked like a scream. A clean, sharp shatter. I didn’t look back. Didn’t pick it up. Let the pieces lie where they fell. Let the memory bleed into the rug.

Just before the bomb exploded, I closed my eyes in despair and sent one final message through mind-link. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I hereby sever my Mate Bond with you." And with that, I cut the mind-link.

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.

He was with me every step of the way, never giving up on me You know that kind of healthy love that you get to see in movies , that was the kind I got to experience with him From dates, to gifts to countless kind gestures Every good thing that I never got , he did so and went beyond And yet he never wanted anything in return except for me At first I was cautious, and very sceptical, but the moment that I let him in, I never regretted it After it all , the Strom's and the freaking tsunamis and hurricanes, I finally got to see the rainbows and experience the warmth of the sun in my life I am happy Who knew that all it would take to Unshatter Me was simply the purest form of love from a single

I sat under the big tree behind the library.It was the only place that still felt untouched by whispers and stares. The air was still, like the world paused just to watch me break. A soft breeze brushed my cheek, but it couldn’t dry the tears already falling. I buried my face in my palms and let the sobs escape. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “I just... In fact,I had not enough reason to set her up badly.

"…shattered. More than before." The raw vulnerability in her words, the fear laid bare, shattered something inside me. It wasn't anger. It was a profound, gut-wrenching understanding of the damage I'd done. The trust I'd annihilated. She was giving me everything, stepping off the cliff, and her only safety net was the terrifying belief that this time, I wouldn't let her fall.

"I trusted him, believed in our love, and this is what he does to me!" The anguish inside her erupted into a fierce, burning anger. Her hands clenched into fists, and she screamed, a primal cry of betrayal that echoed through the silent house. The pain was overwhelming, a tidal wave threatening to drown her in despair. The shards of her shattered trust lashed out, finding a target in the very room that had once been a sanctuary of love. Tessa's fury knew no bounds as she unleashed her anger upon the room, destroying everything in her path. With each crash of broken glass and splintered wood, she released a fraction of the pain tearing through her heart.