Novel & Cerita Shatter Me Fanart

Shards of glass sprayed everywhere, raining down on my hair and my coat. Everything went silent.

I pressed my burning palm against the shard. The scream this time was louder, angrier. The ground trembled, the air vibrating with power. I pushed harder, pouring everything into the fire. It climbed up my arms, wrapped around my chest, spilled from my mouth in a cry that echoed through the trees. The shard cracked. Edward howled behind me, his silver wolf tearing another creature apart. Mara shouted something, but I couldn’t hear her over the sound of the shard breaking. It split in two, then four, until it collapsed into dust.

she snapped her fingers dramatically. “You’re already a problem, Lola. Just not the academic kind.” She flipped her braids like a diva. “Exactly. Balance is the key.” The fan above us groaned as it turned slowly, like it too was tired of this routine. I let my eyes scan the room. Desks were scattered with wrappers and books half-unpacked. Chalk dust floated through slanted sunlight. Everything looked familiar and slightly drained. Like we were all waiting for the real term to begin.

The crystal warmed on my chest, pulled from the box, its hum syncing with our gasps. Climax crashed—hers first, walls milking me, my cum spilling hot inside her. But as we peaked, the crystal shattered with a crack like thunder, shards flying. A wail filled the room, spectral—Mira, solidifying from mist, eyes wild. 'Forgive... protect...'

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.

This was the man who had caused her suffering, the man he despised. In a fit of rage, he struck the wall mirror, shattering it into a thousand pieces that glittered like fallen stars. The resounding crash echoed through the empty room as his fists pummeled the shards, each blow drawing fresh blood. The fragmented reflections painted a portrait of his shattered soul, mingling with the crimson streaks marking his path of destruction.

Inside was a silver necklace with a sapphire pendant, nestled on soft black velvet, catching the light with a haunting blue shimmer. Before I could even react, my phone buzzed with a notification, and the top trending headline lit up the screen. "Rising Actress Stella's Boyfriend Caught Cheating." "Is Stella the Other Woman? Who's the Real Girlfriend?" Attached were photos after photos—all of me and Charles… in the dressing room.

Crash! A sharp, violent crack ripped through the sterile silence of the office. The remote control, a sleek, expensive piece of brushed metal, flew from James’s hand with terrifying force. It spun through the air like a deadly projectile, arcing across the vast room before shattering against the far wall, splintering into a dozen jagged fragments that clattered against the marble floor. The sound, sharp and final, seemed to echo his internal rage.

, and "Thanks for everything you've given me" All of that was mine once. "Lisette, you lived on my dime and stole my friends. What's next? Are you going to take my parents, too?" I snapped. I'd just gotten out of the hospital, and my body couldn't handle the stress. A sharp pain pierced my heart again, and I collapsed, clutching my chest. "Cecilia!" Edgar's eyes widened in shock. "Cecilia!" Silas rushed toward me.

I tear and tear, shredding the she-wolf and her prey until they’re nothing but scraps on the floor. My chest heaves with exertion, tears streaming down my face as I stand amidst the destruction. I’ve ruined one of the best works I’ve painted in years, and I don’t even care. It was all a lie anyway—a fantasy that I’d somehow triumph over Veronica, that Arthur would choose me in the end. “Stupid,” I hiss to myself, kicking at the canvas shreds. “So fucking stupid.”