Shatter Me Fanart Novels & Stories

“A present for Aolis. I know he’ll find you. His precious Lily.” So I had gotten some red paint and I had splashed it onto the canvas making it look like blood dripping down from the slashes I had made on her face. Her laughing eyes continued to taunt me, so I painted over them, giving them the haunted look I hoped to see in them one day.

If he promised not to let anything happen to her again, she knew he would carry on with the promise. Her smile became broader and Derick smiled too. He looked cute when he smiles. With his index finger, he cleaned the tears off her face. The two lovers locked eyes and it appears the world stood still for them. They completely forgot about the people around them. They seemed to see each other alone. The mate bond. Isabella's change in breathing subsided on its own. The healer stared on and didn't know when she smiled. Fred and Erica said nothing. Looks like the bond existing between these two young fellas is impenetrable.

This needed to happen to save who she is and who she will be after she dies. There was nothing I could do to save her life. I choked on another cry as tears and snot ran down my face and started soaking another spot on my jeans. I looked at her, barely holding on. She was doing it for me. So I could live. So she won't kill me after she changes. “I'm so sorry.” “I know,” she whispered. She sounded exhausted, like it took all her strength just to say those two words. “Me too.” I brought my forehead down to hers and my tears started flowing onto her face. She didn't seem to care, though. “I love you.” I pulled the trigger. -

He had been too angry to wonder. The cost of not wondering, it turned out, was everything. He turned back to the desk. Damien scrubbed a hand down his face. "What does he want." "Look at the email. He says he wants to renegotiate. Which means he wants money. Marcus always wanted money." "How much." "He has not said yet. But whatever number he names, he is going to threaten to release that photograph to a tabloid if you do not pay him." Damien looked at the image again. The Aria in the image was twenty two years old. She was bleeding internally even though nobody could see it. She was walking into the single worst night of her life.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

“Arrghhhhhhhh,” I scream into my pillow as I talk to Dawn, Lala, and Bethany on a W******p group call. “What if I never see him again?” He was so... Ay. Ay. Ay... drop dead goooorrggggg... Those dirty, sinful thoughts alone soaked my panties. “Yessss! My girl is back in the game like she never left! New highlights, lips glossed, and the universe trembling!" Lala shouts.

"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."

For a moment, the fatigue faded from his face, and the sharp look he once had came back. He watched me expectantly, awaiting my answer. I shook my head gently. "Evan, I'll always remember that you saved me, and I'll forever be grateful. But we can't go back to the way things were. I can't accept you again. It's not that I hate you. It's just that the feelings are gone." The brightness in his eyes faded instantly. His smile froze, and his gaze became unfocused. He was clearly struggling to accept this harsh reality.

The room trembled, and fragments of Cade shrieked in terror. Maeve gritted her teeth, holding the shard with both hands. “No,” she whispered. “I will not let you win.” She slammed the shard into the ground. A golden explosion erupted, cutting through shadows, light colliding with darkness. The fusion staggered, fragments of Cade clinging to reality, stabilizing slightly. But the chamber continued to collapse. Mirrors shattered, corridors bent into impossible angles, and a low, rumbling growl reverberated through the floor.

His strength slammed into me like a heartbeat made of fire. I threw my head back and screamed. Not a word, not a plea, just a scream that ripped every last bit of fear out of me. My voice clashed with Fenric’s howl, the two of us one storm, shaking the false world until it splintered. “Grrrrrrr!!!” The illusion quaked. Shards of false light peeled away, dropping like glass hitting stone. The faces of Ash, Ronan, Miles fractured, splintering into a thousand tiny reflections before bursting apart completely.