Shatter Me In Order Novels & Stories

Only then do I give in. The release hits like violence. Like revelation. Pleasure tears through me, shattering every defense, every lie I’ve ever told myself. I break. I come apart. My mouth opens in a soundless scream and then there are voices. Mine. His. Overlapping. Clashing. Collapsing.

I try to forget it every time I see you, I see you I thought I could do it without it Now I know I need you, I need you This is turning into some kind of fucking amnesia, I need you Memories fade away Love is so crazy So break me and do it again tomorrow I almost forgot who we are I'll let you drive me crazy for another day Isn't this love madness, madness? Yeah... His fingers stopped playing the piano, he slowly moved them away, looking at the keyboard as his tears fell onto it. He touched the keys, frowning, his gaze fixed on one of the photographs. He took it in his hands and simply threw it towards the large window, watching it fall outside. He ran his hands through his hair, gasping, fa

Meanwhile, Kevin remained apathetic toward Daniel's plight. It was as though he didn't notice the latter's condition. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to beat Daniel to death. Violet screamed once again. "Kevin, there's only five minutes left on the timer! You should save me first!" Only then did Kevin snap out of his haze-like trance. He rushed over and began removing the bomb. Daniel sat up with a controller in hand. A bloodied grin could be seen on his face. "Let's go to hell together."

Crash! A sharp, violent crack ripped through the sterile silence of the office. The remote control, a sleek, expensive piece of brushed metal, flew from James’s hand with terrifying force. It spun through the air like a deadly projectile, arcing across the vast room before shattering against the far wall, splintering into a dozen jagged fragments that clattered against the marble floor. The sound, sharp and final, seemed to echo his internal rage.

Something inside me shatters. The rage drains out of me, slow and staggering, like blood from a wound. My hands stop clawing. My muscles sag. My breath comes in short, broken gasps. I turn my face to the side and choke back a sob, but it’s too late. It rips out of me anyway. “Fuck,” I whisper, broken. “Fuck you.” He leans down, resting his forehead against mine. “I know,” he whispers. “But I still want you.”

"What's wrong with my face? Am I not beautiful enough?" Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the shattered remnants of a life once filled with love and laughter. The shattered glass and twisted metal served as cruel reminders of the wreckage left behind by a love that had soured. The room, once a sanctuary, now mirrored the chaos and devastation that consumed her soul. Her voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Look at this room! Look at what you've done to me!" she shouted, her voice carrying the weight of her shattered dreams. "How could you do this to me, Kendrick? How could you choose her over me?"

“Each smile that you make, touches my heart The thoughts of you linger in me, As I close my eyes because I don’t want to see you go Asking myself, How can you hurt me so? The laughter and kisses that we shared… Is now shattered into pieces How could you do this to me? You left me nothing but my insanity”

The impact shatters the glass, sending shards flying in all directions. The room falls into stunned silence as I retrieve the divorce papers from the floor, my eyes locked on the lawyer. He swallows hard, unable to meet my gaze. The shattered glass, like my broken marriage, lies in ruins at my feet, a stark and painful reminder of the chaos that has consumed my life. I pivot to face Michael, who stands there with an emotionless mask. With a mixture of anger, frustration, and profound sadness, I take the divorce papers in my left hand and forcefully toss them at him. The papers land on his chest, scattering slightly before falling to the floor.

The pressure built, coiling tight in my belly. He added a third finger, stretching me wide. Thumb on my clit, pressing down. “Come for me,” he ordered, voice muffled against me. “Now.” I shattered. The orgasm hit hard, waves crashing through me. I screamed his name, body convulsing, pussy clenching around his fingers. Juices gushed, soaking his hand, his chin. My hands slipped a bit, but I caught them, keeping them up. Tears pricked my eyes again—from the intensity, the release.

The glass in my hand slips and falls,the shattering sound echoing in my mind like a horror movie. Videos of me and Logan and with Marcus slide,one after the other, every new one uglier than the last.