Shatter Me In Order Novels & Stories

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry…just…I’ll do what you want. I’ll let them do whatever, just let me take the pain. Let me handle it.’ My forehead touched the barrier and I slid down to my knees. I didn’t know what was going on. All I knew is that I needed to get to her. No matter what. Suddenly, the barrier wavered again, another scream rippling through and I threw my fist as hard as I could into it. It shattered, the pieces blowing apart and I raced forward, out from the confinement of the darkness.

"I'll call you tomorrow. We'll work out the details of the agreement." I drove home feeling lighter than I had in weeks. The anger was still there, the hurt was still there, but now there was something else too....hope. Not hope that everything would be perfect, but hope that maybe, just maybe, we could all find a way to move forward without destroying each other in the process. And for now, that was enough.

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.

Dawn says calmly as she soothes my back. But I can’t. I can’t breathe. My chest tightens. My lungs seize. I wheeze, sucking in quick gasps that don’t reach deep enough. My ears ring. My skin is cold. Everything tilts sideways. It’s like my body is here, but the rest of me is floating just above it, watching from some detached place. I can feel the surrounding panic rising like steam. But inside, everything is still. Empty. Broken. I am standing inside the ruins of a dream. The tears don’t come. Not yet. What comes first is a stillness so sharp it cuts me open. I thought he loved me. I really, truly thought he was the one.

And I did not know what to do. I let my dark energy flow through me, unleashing it on the practice dummy in front of me. Shadows lashed out, tearing through the straw and burlap, shredding it into pieces. I did not stop. I kept going, pouring my fear and frustration into the attack, watching the dummy crumble under the assault. "Sage." Cass's voice cut through my focus. I turned to see him standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at the remains of the dummy, then back at me. "You have ruined that dummy down to the dust. Is that not enough, or do you need another one?"

“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.

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

"You hate me that much? In our last life, we were married. And now, even getting near you scares you?" He gave a bitter smile and smashed the vial on the floor. "Don't worry. I've done enough wrong. I won't hurt you again. I just came to see you and talk to you." Lillian lowered the speaker, but her voice remained cold. "There's nothing to say." Elton opened his mouth, but a voice crackled through the studio's speakers. Tanya yelled, "Useless! I knew you'd fail. Fine! If you don't hurt her, you can both die!"

Henry*** The world shatters around me, a cacophony of destruction that echoes through my bones. Everything I’ve ever known is crumbling, slipping through my fingers like sand, and the storm inside me rages with an intensity I can’t control. I am its eye, the center of this chaos, and yet I am powerless to stop it. The darkness surrounds me, pulls at my insides, and all I can do is endure its cold, suffocating grip. The man I was… I can barely remember him. Only fragments remain, scattered like broken glass, and the creature I’ve become is all that’s left.