Shatter Me By Tahereh Mafi Novels & Stories

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

The Price of Defiance I made it to my bedroom before my legs gave out. My hands shook as I locked the door, pressing my back against the wood. The bravado drained from my body like water through a sieve, leaving behind the trembling, terrified girl I actually was. What had I done? Downstairs, voices erupted—my father's rage, my mother's tears, Victoria Ashford's cutting accusations. And beneath it all, Richard's voice, calm and controlled, like a predator deciding whether to pounce now or wait.

He pressed his forehead against mine, whispering, “Tell me I’m not already losing you.” The walls seemed to close in, shadows thickening, heat rolling like a storm trapped beneath my skin. I wanted to answer, but another vision tore through me, blinding and merciless. A battlefield soaked in ash. Damian’s body crumpling, golden eyes dimmed. My own scream echoing over a ruin of fire that stretched as far as the horizon. The shard purred at the sight, feeding on my terror, until I ripped myself free with a sob.

But this girl—Noura, they had called her—she was different. Her eyes burned with fury, even as she knelt before me. I could see the hatred etched into every line of her face. It was beautiful. I ran a hand over the scar on my cheek, a souvenir from a girl like her years ago. She had fought too, screamed and clawed and cursed me until her voice gave out. In the end, she broke like all the others. They always broke. My men had found this one hiding in the ruins of her village, covered in ash and blood.

I should've known, how could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine? I just love building things up and then ✨shattering✨ it so my readers have a mental breakdown. It's what I live for, LMFAO! SORRY!! Anyways, y'all, hold on tight because this is only getting crazier.

everything shattered. Anaya POV : Nowadays I only cried on my fate , miseries . I wish sheryaar you believed me for once. the front door opened and shehryaar entered with a woman. more tears started to gather in my eyes .i was like someone continuously punching my heart with so brutality . ' stop anaya ,, maybe she will be someone else '. but the way he hold her hand , walking with her.

Saphira’s POV --- They thought taking him would break me. But grief has a strange way of becoming purpose. And love real love doesn’t die quietly. It turns into something sharp, dangerous, unstoppable. Tonight, I’m done waiting for ghosts. I’m going to bring him home or burn the world down trying. --- Rain hammered against the city, each drop slicing through the night like falling glass. I sat motionless before the darkened laptop screen, my reflection staring back ashen, hollow-eyed, trembling but alive.

Everything seemed to come back to my mind again. I don’t know what I should do. I’m confused, scared with what I might learn. I’m scared that what I’m about to learn will break me more into pieces. I don’t want this anymore. I’m fed up of being weak and how I always need to fix my broken self. If only… If only he loves me… I’ll be able to at least accept everything.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

In that room, amidst the shattered fragments of his shattered dreams, Vihaan found the strength to face the truth, to acknowledge his pain, and to embark on a journey of self-renewal. As the tears eventually subsided, leaving trails of salt-stained cheeks in their wake, Vihaan took a deep breath, drawing upon the reservoir of resilience within him. Though broken, he knew he was not defeated. With resolve in his eyes, he wiped away the remnants of tears and vowed to rise from the depths of despair, ready to rebuild his spirit and rediscover his worth.