Shatter Me By Tahereh Mafi Novels & Stories

Her voice rumbles in vibration as she demands me to be gone. As I descend the stairs and make my back to my room. Inside, 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 room, every single object that finds itself in my path shatters in pure brute force against the wall. The very bed is torn to shreds until there is nothing but small pieces of fabric scattered over the floor. The chair finds its way through the window, 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.

Because she stands in the middle of destruction and still looks… untouched. Untouchable. And I hate that. I hate that no one has broken her yet. I hate that no one has made her fall. I hate that it isn’t me. From her childhood I've watched her, taken different shape and form to be around her and even now she's slipping away but I won’t let her go in this life. My fingers tighten around the glass in my hand. It cracks slightly. A thin fracture running down the side. I don’t notice until the liquid spills over my skin.

“I want you to free it.” Her hand reached for mine And my fire surged to meet hers Not in war In union And in that moment, I saw her truth A memory broke open inside me Not mine. Hers. She stood in a circle of gods, hands bloodied, heart shattered. The man she loved had betrayed her—offered her power in exchange for obedience. She refused And so they shattered her name Tore her soul into fragments Buried her fire Made her a warning, not a story She wasn’t trying to consume me

Because under the anger, under the confusion, under the pride of a man who’d just been outmaneuvered in his own building, there was something else. Want. The elevator doors closed, and Seraphina let out a breath she’d been holding for three years. Her hands were shaking. She pressed them flat against her thighs and stared at her reflection in the polished steel doors—this new face, this new woman, this beautiful, terrible creature she’d built from the wreckage of the girl she used to be, and she whispered to the reflection: "Don’t you dare feel anything for him." But her heart wasn’t listening.

Every answer had been hidden in plain sight, but I had simply chosen to keep my eyes shut. Even now, I couldn't bring myself to hate her. After all, the four years we shared had given me plenty of happiness and beautiful illusions for the future. Yet, although she was now blatantly ripping my heart out, the mere thought of actually breaking up with her left a dull, lingering ache in my chest. I arrived at my temporary apartment in no time, and by the time I finished unpacking, it was already dark out. Just as I was about to head downstairs to find something to eat, I received a call from Sienna.

But another part, the part that remembered being little and thinking Mirabel was the smartest, strongest person in the world, that part couldn't let go so easily. "Fine. One conversation." "Thank you. Where?" "The coffee shop on Main Street. One hour." I hung up before she could say anything else. I sat there gripping the steering wheel, and I realized I was about to come face to face with the person who had broken everything. And I had no idea what I was going to say to her.

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.

The truth, as painful as it was, stared her in the face, tearing through the walls of denial she had desperately clung to. As Haider's words echoed in her mind, Ameera felt a surge of anguish consume her. The weight of betrayal and shattered trust bore down on her fragile frame, threatening to break her spirit. Her trembling hands reached for the doorknob, her body swaying with the intensity of her emotions.

I look at my shaking hand and i try to stop it from shaking like this but alas, he messed me up, he ruined me and nothing will change that. I curl it into a fist, my nails digging into my palm, so hard that it pains but i don't stop. "I am okay, everything is okay." I whisper to myself, again and again to keep myself from breaking down, "It'll be okay." I say. But deep down, i know it won't. I close my eyes when i hear a loud glass shuttering sound from behind me, it was followed by loud thud of slamming a door shut. I open the bathroom's door and take a look inside the room and like i thought the mirror is now on the floor, he shattered it into pieces, just like he did to me.

It was time to move on. The Shadows convulsed and oozed towards the urn with a ravenous intensity. But before I could change my mind, they engulfed it… shattering it into 1,000 pieces. Silver and black shards exploded into the air, piercing my chest and scattering across the room like a dark, malevolent rain. I fell to my knees as my heart shattered, once again, the shards piercing my very soul. I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me.