Shatter Me By Tahereh Mafi Novels & Stories

The revelation about Maurice had shattered her; she couldn't believe the depth of connection and care he had shown her throughout her life. Outside, Mia staggered through the rain-soaked streets. Her steps were unsteady, her mind spiraling. Tears streamed down her cheeks, blending with the downpour until she could hardly see. Everything she thought she knew about her life was shattering. Maurice, her husband, the man she thought and had misjudged, had been the one holding her world together all along. He is the reason she is still breathing. The reason she probably didn't end up rotten and forgotten in an orphanage.

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

About the kind of love that survives even after everything burns down. Because somehow, despite all the wreckage, I still believed in it. Hope. And for the first time in a long, long while… …it believed in me too.

Charlotte’s shoulders collapsed inward, like she wanted to disappear. I closed my eyes, and the rage surged through me like wildfire. It wasn’t just about Evan and Charlotte. It wasn’t even just about betrayal. It was years - years - of being taken for granted, of having to be the bigger person, the one who understood, who endured. And now I was standing in the middle of a room full of people - an audience - and two of them had shattered me. I felt the burning bile rise in my throat. Felt it clawing to be released.

My breath caught, my heart stilled, the photo, Victor, a woman, two boys, smiling, a park, sunshine, her dark hair, his arm around her, the boys, young, their eyes his, my world falling, my world shattering, the implication stark, a family, unstated, no labels, no rings, but enough, too much, my heart pounding, my guilt overwhelming, my memories washing, my parents' arguments, Mom's sobs, Dad's slammed doors, my room, headphones, music, hiding, shattered, my fear, my truth, I was her, the other woman, breaking something, someone, my heart shattered, my world shattered, real. I took an envelope, my hands trembling, the metal cold, the glass smooth, my eyes fixed, Victor's smile, her comfort,

It drove me crazy in the best possible way, turning me into an addict for something I may probably never get again. "Fuck Princess." He cursed against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I was. "You're soaked for me." I threw my head onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow hard pace. My world felt like it was been rippled apart, opening a part of me I never dared to explore. Why do forbidden things always taste so damn sweet? "Jace... don't stop." I pleaded, eliciting the softest groan from him.

Chapter Twenty-Two Alpha Lir POV The glass doesn’t shatter—it just breaks apart in my hand. One second I’m holding a crystal tumbler of aged scotch, the next my palm is burning, filled with red cuts and sharp, glittering pieces. I don't flinch. I don't even feel the sting. "Lir, your hand."

The sun was warm as its rays filtered through the windows. I tore up the DNA test report. Finally, all the love and hatred in the past could be sealed away in these torn-up fragments now scattered across the floor.

" My hands, still pressed against his wound, went cold. His voice echoed like thunder in my ears. My nails dug into my palms, and the pain bloomed across my chest. Tears stung my eyes, but I held them back, desperate to keep just a shred of dignity. Charles, you were the one who let go. This time, I really am walking away.

Tears streamed down her face as she finally felt a sense of freedom inside her. She had broken free from all the pain and hurt. Most of all, she had finally broken free from the cage of her broken heart. Veda looked at the art she had created from her own emotions and self experience. In her canvas, a woman rises phoenix-like from turbulent blue ocean waters. Her arms outstretched, face tilted towards the light as she unfurls her delicate golden-tipped wings, shedding the shackles of her past, breaking free from the cage of her broken heart.