Novel & Cerita Shatter Me Fanart

After a few seconds of looking around and the sights of her sleeping mate beside her made her calm but worried since whatever had happened in her vision wasn't reality yet In her vision she had seen a pure heart of diamond which was so full of life, compassion and love but then the scene changed to show a dark mist hovering over the heart, it was scary, the heart emits a bright light, bright enough to blind anyone but in the end it shatters into a million pieces successful getting rid of the foul mist but at the expense of being shattered.

What's wrong? He just stood there for a moment, quietly staring at me as if considering how exactly he was going to deliver the news lightly. When he finally did start speaking, the news struck me like a punch. "Damian Knight's unit is calling. they require proof of authenticity." I blinked. "Proof of authenticity? Why?" His lip fell into a hard line, his jaw set. "For you. Your pieces of artwork. They wonder if even you are the individual you were to be."

It had taken me a whole month to finish it. Every detail was filled with my hopes for our future. Now, it was covered in a layer of dust. No one cared. Just like our relationship. I walked over and picked up the sculpture. I lifted it high, then smashed it onto the floor. CRACK! Crystalline fragments scattered everywhere, glittering in the dark. Just like my shattered heart. My phone buzzed. A new notification from the pack's internal channel. Isabella had posted a video. I didn't want to watch it, but curiosity won.

, Arjun shook her body, and 'A single silent tear rolled down from her beauty's eyes as One Percent of pain was crushing BEAST's heart. …. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

My hands trembled Because This was it The choice The one I couldn’t avoid anymore My Mind Raced If I gave in If I let it pull me I would disappear But if I didn’t He would “Anna…” His voice again. Faint. Breaking. “Don’t… choose me…” My heart shattered “Shut up,” I whispered. Tears finally slipping down. “You don’t get to say that.” His lips trembled slightly “…selfish…” A broken laugh escaped me “Yeah,” I said. “I am.” Final Build-Up The tear roared louder than ever. The creature behind it pushing further through

I asked. "We don't have weeks," Brianna said. "We might not have days. Hell, we could be talking hours at this point." She met my eyes, steady and direct in the way she'd become since accepting her grace. There was no softening in it, no attempt to cushion the blow. "Once the remaining fragments drift beyond a certain point, they start to break down. At best, you retrieve enough to keep him functional. But whole?" She shook her head again. "That window is closing."

Just before the bomb exploded, I closed my eyes in despair and sent one final message through mind-link. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I hereby sever my Mate Bond with you." And with that, I cut the mind-link.

He snarls, snatching my waist and slamming me against the wall. My face scratches brutally against the wall. And I shiver as more tears pour from my eyes when he presses his hardness against me. “P…please.”My heart shatters at my plea and shatters even more when his laugh fans my ear. “Just like that, I like to hear you beg.” Thinking my plea meant submission, his hold on me reduces. I don't waste the chance as I once again fight, kicking and scratching, but Mich's punches rain down, sending me crashing to the floor beside a white vase. It shatters, shards scattering everywhere, like my shattered hopes.

My heart is hitting my ribcage with so much force I can barely even hear her. How in the baloney does she want me to relax? I glance over at the judge's table, the fan girl in me clawing its way out as my eyes land on Crash Course Rebellion's star drummer, Brendan O'Connor. His natural blonde hair is kept short, unlike his best friend's, and his sky-blue eyes can have every girl swooning with just one glance. Even from behind his prescription glasses, he can make all the girls in his vicinity fall at his feet. His arms are eye candy for those in love with muscles and men will kill to have a body as good as his. I would know; I've got tons of magazine posters of him. Shirtless, might I add.

My resolves breaks into fragments of dusts. Goddess help me because I am totally fucked. -----