Shatter Me In Order Novels & Stories

She lifted the device high, fingers trembling, and pressed every button at once. The screen flared, then shattered in her hand like glass. The Core convulsed. The towers screamed—voices cascading into chaos, billions of memories unraveling at once. The plain of light ruptured, breaking apart into rivers that dissolved into nothing. The rewritten staggered, their faces unraveling, scattering into sparks. The massive tower of Emma’s selves shattered last, her own younger faces dissolving into streaks of light that rose like fireflies, vanishing into the collapsing horizon.

The faces of Ash, Ronan, Miles fractured, splintering into a thousand tiny reflections before bursting apart completely. I lunged forward, every muscle tearing, every breath burning, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. With one final roar, I shattered it. The world broke open… light searing, shards of shadow scattering like dying stars, and I fell forward into the abyss. My heart hammered against my ribs, blood rushing loud in my ears. Darkness swallowed me whole. But it was clean, honest darkness. Not theirs. Not broken. I was free.

The moment he’s gone, the last thread of control shatters. I roar, guttural, and inhuman. The next second I'm tearing through the living room. My fist shatters a glass cabinet. The coffee table goes flying. I rip down curtains. A lamp crashes to the floor. The sound of splintering wood, shattering glass, and my own ragged breathing fills the house. But the burning, boiling fury inside me won't die. She is alive. She is with him. She's the Moonfire Healer. And she hates me.

My body was so close to hers, I could feel her breath on my face, I stared at her lips for a while and brought my head closer to hers like I was going to kiss her. "You disgust me" I pushed myself away from her like she was some plague. Being sorry doesn't change the fact that she played me, I was just a means to move on. How could I have been so stupid "Get out" and when she didn't move an inch I shouted "now" She hurried out without looking back and I slumped to the ground while tears came running down. ******** Emma's Pov "What the hell are you doing Em?" Lola turned off the water and pulled my head out of the water, I coughed in response.

It’s hurting. “Come and take it.” She holds it out to me, but the moment I take a step forward to grab it, she lifts the frame high up and lets it free fall to the floor. I watch my entire world shatter into pieces against the hard tiled floor together with the only beautiful thing I had left of my family. The glasses of the frame fly all over the place and our broken smiles on the picture lay miserable on the floor. Tears blur my eyes as I look from the shattered frame to Rhea and her wicked laugh tips me over the edge. Wrath spreads through my limbs like larva.

“Because I want to fall apart for you. Because I can’t take it anymore and I don’t want to unless you’re the one who breaks me.” Silence. The room spun, I was holding on by threads. And then, like she was granting life itself, she whispered, “You can cum.” I shattered. Everything inside me detonated at once. My back arched as I cried out, louder than I meant to, sobbing her name. Cum splashed across my stomach, my hand, the floor. I couldn’t stop shaking. My body jerked through the waves of release, violent, overwhelming, like it had been building for years, not minutes.

But I ruined it. Again. And now I’m here. Alone. In my damn office. Drenched in moonlight and whiskey fumes. Surrounded by broken bottles and broken promises. Another crash. The crystal shatters against the wall, amber liquid dripping like blood down the paint. I don’t even flinch. My body’s still buzzing from her. My head’s still filled with the sound of her breath, her whimpers, the way she said my name like she hated herself for wanting it.

“And I learned how to live without you.” The lie seared my tongue, but I held his gaze anyway. For a heartbeat, neither of us moved. His chest heaved like he wanted to argue, to close the space between us, but I couldn’t let him. I turned, storming back toward camp before he could say another word. My pulse thundered in my ears, my hands still shaking from the feel of his arms around me, and my boots crunching on the grass, each step heavier than the last. I didn’t look back. Couldn’t. Because if I did, I wasn’t sure whether I’d see the boy I used to love… or the man who’d already broken me once.

▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ I'll break you, sweetness, not to shatter, but to reshape your chaos into my perfect order. Every piece of you will be mine to mould, to carve into a masterpiece of obedience and desire. I'll tear down your walls, brick by stubborn brick, and build a kingdom where I reign.

“What you are. What you were. What you could have been.” I leaned into the barrier, letting it burn against my skin. “It feels good,” I replied. “We feel good.” Shock rippled outward before anyone could react. Before the room could breathe again, I drew my fist back and struck. The outer ward shattered. Red light fractured like glass, shards raining down in slow, glittering arcs. They winked out as they fell, broken stars dissolving before they touched the floor. The second barrier followed. I hit it harder. The impact detonated outward in a violent pulse that sent energy screaming across the room. The ward collapsed in on itself and burst, its remnants scattering like ash in a storm.