Shatter Me Fanart Novels & Stories

I scream. The shard comes free. The spire collapses.

Shredded the fancy artwork I'd chosen to match my carefully crafted image. "I EARNED THIS!" I screamed, throwing a chair through my floor-to-ceiling windows. The glass cracked but didn't break - safety-rated, of course. Even my destruction had limits. "I clawed my way out of nothing! I made myself perfect! I deserved that money more than any of them!"

I try to forget it every time I see you, I see you I thought I could do it without it Now I know I need you, I need you This is turning into some kind of fucking amnesia, I need you Memories fade away Love is so crazy So break me and do it again tomorrow I almost forgot who we are I'll let you drive me crazy for another day Isn't this love madness, madness? Yeah... His fingers stopped playing the piano, he slowly moved them away, looking at the keyboard as his tears fell onto it. He touched the keys, frowning, his gaze fixed on one of the photographs. He took it in his hands and simply threw it towards the large window, watching it fall outside. He ran his hands through his hair, gasping, fa

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Anggun exclaimed dropping small diamond shards from the sky. “Herman! Shoot those shards! Just slow it, don”t destroy it!” Alfi commanded him. “Kartika! Let”s finish her together! Cakra! Make sure that Kartika and I don”t get hit by those shards. Let”s go, Megumi!” Alfi added running towards Anggun followed by Kartika. “Roger!” The four replied. Herman starts shooting those shards until they are scattered everywhere. Alfi and Kartika running towards Anggun fast followed by Cakra who keeps punching those falling shards till destroyed and scattered everywhere

“Here I am.” She stopped in front of the painting. “Do you like it? I started it after I saw you at the hospital… that day you screamed at Daniel, when you looked like you were about to rip the whole world apart.” I stared at the bleeding canvas. “Is that what you wanted? To become me?” She laughed—sharp, bitter. “You think I ever wanted to be you? No. I wanted what you had. Power. Security. Love. You were untouchable. The woman everyone admired, feared, whispered about. Even broken, you had everything.”

Thirty thousand tiny renditions of my name, woven into the future we’d dreamed of watching sunsets in Valmont. Now, the love that had once burned so fiercely had been shelved away, and the promises he’d made lay broken. I lifted the canvas from the wrecked frame. Then, methodically, I tore it—48 times—until nothing remained but confetti-sized fragments. And one by one, I let them fall into the trash.

The sound of glass shattering against the wall was satisfying, almost cathartic. I didn’t stop there. I grabbed another picture and threw it with all my strength, watching as it smashed into a million tiny pieces on the floor. Then another. And another. It felt good, so good to destroy every reminder of what we had been, of the man I thought I knew.

“Why would I be ashamed? Leo was the one who came to me, not the other way around. I’m not the one who forced him to cheat on you, please spare me and do not involve me in your matter” “It's fine, I am going to leave the both of you to do whatever you think is right, it's my fault for believing in love thank you” I ripped the engagement ring from my finger, casting the once-cherished symbol of love to the floor with a contemptuous flick of my wrist. I was expecting Leo to stop me from breaking it, but it was the other way round. He watched me break it. I couldn't keep the tears from flowing, tears flowing down to my cheeks.

I scream and smash the line of vases in the corner, raising my fist to punch the wall. My knuckles burst through the canvas of the painting. I pluck it off the wall with its frame intact, breaking it on my knee and tossing it into the window. The anger in my chest is making my vision red. All I can see is chaos and destruction. My Lycan named Bronte is stirring inside my head, wanting to aid me in creating the biggest mess possible. I just can’t believe what happened. I can’t even fathom what went down.