Shatter Me In Order Novels & Stories

Clear drops fell on my hands, still pressed firmly to her shirt. My white skin was absorbing the red and staining them with a rich crimson, but I really didn't care. My voice was cracking again and my words were barely distinguishable. My body was starting to shake from the abundance of liquid that was leaving my eyes, but my hands stayed immobile in their spot. I lowered my voice to a whisper now. The desperation in my voice was almost pathetic. “Mom, please. For me. Stay for me.” An arm snaked around my waist and lifted me off the ground, raising me from my dying mother. I thrashed and scratched, kicking at the form behind me in hopes it would let me go.

I sat under the big tree behind the library.It was the only place that still felt untouched by whispers and stares. The air was still, like the world paused just to watch me break. A soft breeze brushed my cheek, but it couldn’t dry the tears already falling. I buried my face in my palms and let the sobs escape. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “I just... In fact,I had not enough reason to set her up badly.

And then— I end it. Power surges. Not explosive. Not chaotic. Controlled. Focused. Absolute. I don’t tear her apart. I don’t burn her. I don’t destroy the body. I go deeper. Straight to the core. To whatever she’s become. To whatever is holding her together. And I crush it. She screams. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just— Real. Raw. Final. The shadows collapse. Disintegrate. Fade. No escape. No retreat. No second chance.

My shadows writhed faster, sharper, hungrier. And something inside me snapped. The voices didn’t vanish. They blended. They became one roar, one scream, one command pounding through my skull. ENOUGH. The shadows burst outward, a violent wave that shook the stands. People stumbled, screamed, some still chanting, some fleeing. The ground beneath my feet cracked in jagged lines, spiderwebbing across the arena. Resin shards exploded off my chest, my arms, my shoulders, scattering like black glass. The embalming was gone. The storm was mine.

That heat wasn’t just shame. It was me. And fuck, I can’t wait to drag every sound out of her throat, to fill her so deep she forgets her own name…until she’s trembling, shattered, and breaking apart under me where she belongs.

He slammed into me hard and wild with no mercy or warning just going straight in expanding me to my limit as I tried to accommodate his monster. I gasped. I shivered. I cried. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes smearing fresh mascara stain on me “This is what you wanted right?” He asked as he slammed in again.

But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that every ounce of pain I’ve endured in my life has turned me into something sharp, something that bites back. He doesn’t know that I don’t just break, I shatter , and I take down whoever’s closest when I do. I feel the nausea curling tighter in my chest, but underneath it, something else bubbles: anger. No. Rage .

But pride, that last fragile thread holding me together, forced my body to move. I lifted my chin. I would not let them see me break. I walked to the door, picked up my suitcase, and stepped out of the room with my back straight and my steps steady. I closed the door quietly behind me. Then I made it three steps down the hallway. And I shattered. The tears came so fast they blurred everything. My chest tightened until breathing felt like a fight. My legs gave out, and I slid down the wall, curling into myself on the cold floor like that might somehow hold the pieces of me together.

Then it broke loose, ripping outward through me like a storm finally unleashed. I shattered. Pain tore through my veins, then disappeared, like my blood had been drained empty. My body lost its form, bones screaming as they fractured, everything splintering at once. I fell apart into fragments and was swallowed by the frozen shell, my remains blending into it until nothing of me was left.

He snarls, snatching my waist and slamming me against the wall. My face scratches brutally against the wall. And I shiver as more tears pour from my eyes when he presses his hardness against me. “P…please.”My heart shatters at my plea and shatters even more when his laugh fans my ear. “Just like that, I like to hear you beg.” Thinking my plea meant submission, his hold on me reduces. I don't waste the chance as I once again fight, kicking and scratching, but Mich's punches rain down, sending me crashing to the floor beside a white vase. It shatters, shards scattering everywhere, like my shattered hopes.