Shatter Me Fanart Novels & Stories

*To the woman I ruined but never ceased to love. Killian Blackwood leaned against the balcony railing of his penthouse, city lights shimmering in golden haze behind him. None of that beauty crossed his eyes. They were grave with desperation, churning with the fear that he was too late — again. Isla Carter's voice still resonated in his mind, low and trembling, at the back. *"I don't trust easy, Killian. And when you broke that. it wasn't just my heart you crushed. It was me."*

Liam stood nearby, silent, unreadable. "Come," Ella said softly, guiding me to the couch. "I'm sorry. Was I shouting too much?" I tried to smile, to ease her guilt. But it came out twisted, hollow. "It wasn't your shouting," I said, my voice weak. "It was the glass. When it shattered, it... brought something back." "Oh, dear." Her hand closed gently over mine, trying to steady the tremble. "Here," Liam said quietly, offering me a glass of water. I stared at him for a moment, surprised. Then I took it. The cold water slid down my throat and seemed to calm the storm in me, at least for now.

She regretted ever getting involved with him in the first place. "Okay, okay. I know you’re angry about what happened in the past, but forget it and let’s keep it behind us. I'll give you five million now and ten million later, just come back to me, let’s chill and hangout” Lucas offered, pretending to be sincere. That's when Vanessa's anger boiled over. She grabbed her glass of milkshake and threw the contents right at Lucas's face. The commotion drew attention from people who murmured and whispered among themselves, wondering if the pair was a couple having an argument.

It didn’t subdue the fire in me. I was beyond angry as I hurled the glass against the wall. It shattered in an instant, pieces splintering in all directions, shining in the low lights like tiny knives. I ran a hand down my face, exhaling heavily. I shouldn’t have let her push me this far. I shouldn’t have let her get to me like that.

Each piece told a story of transformation, of breaking free from the expectations of others, of finding one’s true self after years of being lost in the shadows. Elara stood in front of one of the pieces, a painting filled with vibrant colors and bold strokes, representing the chaos of self-discovery. It reminded her of her own journey—the confusion, the pain, the moments of clarity and growth. But most of all, it reminded her of the moment she had finally stepped out of the shadows and reclaimed her life as her own. Lucan approached her, his hand resting gently on her lower back as they looked at the painting together. “It’s powerful,” he said quietly. “It feels like a reflection of everyth

I'm angry and extremely hurt, both at the same time. "I'm never going to forgive you, Anna, never." I clenched my fist and hit it on the mirror in fury, wounding my knuckles. I put on the shirt before storming out of the bathroom and slamming the door. I came to my art room. Now, this whole room is filled with her and our beautiful paintings. So many memories of us are attached to these paintings, but today I'll burn them all. I'm gonna destroy everything which reminds me of Butterfly exactly as she destroyed us. It'll be difficult but I have to do it.

The hearts we struck, The hearts we stole, I don't want to forget it at all. Should God smite me I would need to know why~ Should God smite me I would need to know whhhhy~ Should God smite me I would need to remember whhhhyyyyyyy! ~ Heaaaaaavens, can't you stop time for meeeeeee?~ I need to burn this scene into my minnnnnd!~ I'll maake it a mold! An encased art piece of hysteria in gooooold.... Of the bodies that moved at the waaaave of my hannnnd...

"See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight. Also, look at all those stretch marks on my wife's belly. Who'd want to touch that?" Each word echoed through hundreds of speakers, accompanied by Harvey's disgusting, mocking laughter. Immediately after, a photo of me breastfeeding, looking disheveled and clearly taken without my knowledge, popped up in the corner of the screen. Even though my face was blurred, the caption cut like a knife into anyone who still had a shred of decency. "So this is the kind of man you chose as one of the 'Top Ten Defenders'?" Spencer stood up, holding the laser pointer u

Was this the reason behind his cold behavior and the decision to get back at me by cheating with Trina? The next thing that shattered the lingering face was the sound of papers being thrown at me, hitting my face. Xaden's next words stopped my heart for a few seconds, leaving my entire body numb. "Sign those divorce papers, and get the fuck out of this office and out of my life. A slut like you isn't fit to be a Luna." My heart shattered into a million pieces, and before my eyes, my world crumbled. Everything I had worked hard to build seemed to go down the drain because of an allegation I never committed. Or was this some kind of dream I was in?

I screamed at the empty walls. I raised the painting over my head. I saw the vibrant honey colors and the broken fence. I saw the lie of the light. With every ounce of strength I had, I threw the canvas at the white brick wall. The sound was deafening. The wood frame snapped with a sharp, violent crack. The glass that protected the oil paint shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds. They rained down onto the hardwood floor, clicking and sliding into the corners. The canvas slumped against the floor, a jagged tear running through the center of the sun. The Honey Light was gone. The frame was in pieces. The silence returned. I was the one who had broken it this time.