Shatter Me By Tahereh Mafi Novels & Stories

The moment he’s gone, the last thread of control shatters. I roar, guttural, and inhuman. The next second I'm tearing through the living room. My fist shatters a glass cabinet. The coffee table goes flying. I rip down curtains. A lamp crashes to the floor. The sound of splintering wood, shattering glass, and my own ragged breathing fills the house. But the burning, boiling fury inside me won't die. She is alive. She is with him. She's the Moonfire Healer. And she hates me.

(your love destroyed me, It broke me like that I died Nor I have left any desire to live Nor I wish to die This heart wants your togetherness Despite knowing it is impossible what ever it is asking for it pretends to be oblivious Your togetherness is not heaven Nor I am an angel But if you are with me I will imagine hell as heaven as well But the problem is You do not accept my togetherness And I can not accept anything except you " Shayari said thinking about her position in life (It is written by me, forgive me if I make mistakes in translation or in the poetry itself.) " Why do not you love me like I do Shauhar ji? Why? What crime have I committed? " Shayari screamed but got no answer ***

Only the broken, shattered boy she left behind remains. "Because you destroyed me, Amber!" I scream, tears finally spilling over my lashes as I step closer, completely ignoring the danger. "Because you made me love you more than life itself, you gave me your heart, and then you fucking disappeared into thin air like I meant nothing to you! You shattered me into a million pieces and acted like I never existed.” *** Amber’s P.O.V. My plan worked. He finally broke. He finally spilt the truth. But what the fuck is he talking about?

I wanted to be your partner, not your project. He turned the page. You made me feel beautiful and broken at the same time. And that contradiction lived in me like wildfire." Page after page, her voice bleed through. Raw. Honest. Forgiving in some places. Devastating in others. By the time she was finished, Killian was holding the book with white knuckles. If you ever find your way back to me, I won't make it easy. Because love shouldn't be easy. But if you're still willing to fight. then maybe we have a chance."

Lies and deceit. I storm over to the table and slam my fists down on it causing it to split in two. My anger still not satisfied, I take the two broken halves and hurl them through the glass window. The two broken pieces fly off into the distance never to be seen again as the glass wall that makes up the front of my home shatters into pieces in front of me. How apt. A perfect depiction of my life right now. Another stupid mistake and now everything is shattering and falling to pieces around me. Again.

Chapter Seventy-Three The Weight of Secrets Stephanie's POV The world seemed to be muffled-off, like I was standing inside a bubble, cocooned away from any person. The soft thrum of Noah's space heater in the living room was the only thing really cutting through to me. It had all changed now, but it didn't feel really real. My fingers strayed absently across the edge of the coffee table, the wood beneath my fingertips cold and smooth. I tried to focus, but my mind began to wander to the mayhem of the past several days.

[This chapter contains mature content‼️, please skip if you are uncomfortable reading it.] Lucas Hayes pushed her towards his bedroom with so much urgency. He pushed her towards the wall as his hands grabbed her boobs. He was too rough in his actions. Elaina Moore was mourning loudly from the pleasure she was receiving. He pushed her on the big bed and then tore her dress into shreds.

It didn’t subdue the fire in me. I was beyond angry as I hurled the glass against the wall. It shattered in an instant, pieces splintering in all directions, shining in the low lights like tiny knives. I ran a hand down my face, exhaling heavily. I shouldn’t have let her push me this far. I shouldn’t have let her get to me like that.

I can’t do any of those things, Xander. I know you will want to argue with me. You’re a good man that wants to do the right thing. So, this is me making the decision for you, the decision that needs to be made so that you can have the life that you deserve. I release you, Xander. I release you from our bond. I hope you find someone who can love you the way that you deserve. I will never forget you. Love, Maeve I roar in frustration, Einar howling in my head at our mate’s rejection of us.

His face stayed calm. Soft. Empty. “Stop resisting,” he whispered. “It hurts less.” Maeve’s vision blurred. Her pulse thundered in her ears. The shard slipped from her fingers— No. NO. She forced her hand open and the shard ignited, burning bright enough to light the void. Mirror-Cade’s grip faltered for an instant—just enough. Maeve drove her knee into his ribs and tore herself free, hitting the void-floor hard. He didn’t grunt. Didn’t cry out.