Shatter Me In Order Novels & Stories

I was almost too afraid to acknowledge him. "Mr. Goldberg, this is a family matter," Harvey said, sensing that something was wrong. He tried to pull his hand back but found Spencer's strength terrifying. The bones in his wrist began to creak. A sharp crack, the unmistakable sound of bone breaking, echoed through the rainy night. Harvey collapsed to his knees with a scream, cold sweat drenching his forehead. Spencer released Harvey's hand as if he were discarding trash. Then, he pulled out a handkerchief and meticulously wiped each finger that had touched Harvey.

Daniel had thrown his last stone. And it had shattered nothing but his own reflection. That night, I wrote a letter. Not to Daniel. Not to the courts. Not even to Lucas. I wrote it to myself. To the woman I used to be. To the girl who once believed love could save everything. I burned it after. But I remember every word. You are not broken. You are awakened. You are not bitter. You are wiser. You are not unloved. You are free. And from now on, the only vow you keep… is the one you make to yourself.

He paused, watching her closely, as if weighing whether or not she'd bolt. "So I pushed you away. I told myself I was protecting you, but really, I was protecting myself. From being revealed. From being open. From letting anyone know how fucking scared I was." A breath stuck in Isla's throat. Her fingers tightened around her cup. Killian continued, his voice softer now. "I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered."

, and "Thanks for everything you've given me" All of that was mine once. "Lisette, you lived on my dime and stole my friends. What's next? Are you going to take my parents, too?" I snapped. I'd just gotten out of the hospital, and my body couldn't handle the stress. A sharp pain pierced my heart again, and I collapsed, clutching my chest. "Cecilia!" Edgar's eyes widened in shock. "Cecilia!" Silas rushed toward me.

And I had let her die. I started drinking. Brandy, whiskey, vodka—anything to numb the inferno in my soul. But the alcohol did nothing. I took a shard of broken glass and dragged it across my forearm. The sting of it was a relief, a different kind of pain to focus on. "Boss! What are you doing?" Carlo burst in, snatching the glass away. "Let me die!" I struggled against him. "Let me go to her!" "What about the family? Your men?"

Charlotte’s shoulders collapsed inward, like she wanted to disappear. I closed my eyes, and the rage surged through me like wildfire. It wasn’t just about Evan and Charlotte. It wasn’t even just about betrayal. It was years - years - of being taken for granted, of having to be the bigger person, the one who understood, who endured. And now I was standing in the middle of a room full of people - an audience - and two of them had shattered me. I felt the burning bile rise in my throat. Felt it clawing to be released.

I crawled toward the laptop, heart pounding. Damien stepped through the smoke. His gun raised. His eyes locked onto me. He wasn’t sending men anymore. He had come himself. “Give me the drive,” he said, his voice calm. I gritted my teeth. “No.” He sighed. “You never learn.” His gun fired. I dove. Pain ripped through my side. But I didn’t stop. I slammed my hand down— The screen flashed. **Broadcasting…** Damien’s face turned to pure rage. “What did you do?”

Now onto the finale Loved me with your worst intentions Didn't even stop to question Every time you burned me down Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven Loved me with your worst intentions Painted us a happy ending Every time you burned me down Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven And it's so gut-wrenchin' Fallin' in the wrong direction Darkness Quiet Everything was quiet I was finally dead Yeey Until I actually wasn't Pain So.much pain. I felt as if fire was crawling under my skin "Break them back in place!" "Have every damn rogue that touched her beheaded" "I don't fucking care use it all on her" Noisy. And whoever kept on yelling sure had anger issues The pain stopp

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Shattered into a million irreparable pieces. The dam inside me finally shattered. It wasn't a gentle crack, but an explosion, a violent rupture that released the torrent I had been desperately holding back. I staggered back from the mirror, pressing a shaking hand over my mouth, desperate to stifle the sounds, as the sobs poured out, uncontrollable, ugly, and raw. They ripped from my throat, tearing through my chest, each one a testament to the agonizing pain I had suppressed for so long. I sank to the cold, unforgiving tiled floor, my knees pulled to my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, rocking back and forth, gasping through the storm of grief I’d been holding in since the mome