Shatter Me In Order Novels & Stories

Us Final Cliffhanger The world shattered again Reality snapping back The tear roaring louder than ever And this time It didn’t just pull It demanded And a voice Not hers. Not mine. The original Spoke. “Return to me.”

All the effort I put in, all the care, and it's shattered just like this. I grab one of the chairs and fling it across the room, the crash satisfying in a twisted way. I'm spiraling, lost in the mess I've made. I grab the tablecloth and rip it off the table, sending plates and glasses flying. They smash to the floor, the sound echoing in the silence of the house.

I throw my phone across the room with an angry shout, watching it shatter into a hundred tiny pieces, scatters all over the floor. Fuck. XXX

I should've known, how could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine? I just love building things up and then ✨shattering✨ it so my readers have a mental breakdown. It's what I live for, LMFAO! SORRY!! Anyways, y'all, hold on tight because this is only getting crazier.

Note: The chapter contains mature content. Only mature audience shall view this chapter. Veda's tears fell like rain, her heart shattered into a million pieces as Adyant's words echoed in her mind: "Hate, disgust, and contempt. I feel them every time I see your face." She wandered aimlessly, lost in thought, until she found herself in the garden. The stars above twinkled like diamonds, but her world felt dark and empty. She was surrounded with peace and calm but only she knew the chaos which was pacing with high intensity inside her mind.

“Tomorrow, the shatterpoint—where we redefine your purpose.” They release the cuffs, leaving me trembling on the altar, dripping with cum and my own juices, the hologram still projecting my broken form. The cameras keep rolling, the network alive with my degradation, and as I touch my collar, fingers slick, I’m already craving the final night’s transformation.

Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth? Ruby crumpled to the floor, her complexion ghostly pale. She then realized she had been dancing on a stage set straight to hell since her affair began. I had been holding the ultimate weapon to shatter her life all along. The tenderness she had seen? Nothing but a lure. Her little performance, her schemes–they were nothing against the hard evidence and my steely resolve. Her eyes met mine, a journey from pleading to despair, then spiraling down into a deep, icy fear, and finally twisting into a look of pure venom.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

The sun was warm as its rays filtered through the windows. I tore up the DNA test report. Finally, all the love and hatred in the past could be sealed away in these torn-up fragments now scattered across the floor.

" My hands, still pressed against his wound, went cold. His voice echoed like thunder in my ears. My nails dug into my palms, and the pain bloomed across my chest. Tears stung my eyes, but I held them back, desperate to keep just a shred of dignity. Charles, you were the one who let go. This time, I really am walking away.