Shatter Me Kindle Novels & Stories

He was with me every step of the way, never giving up on me You know that kind of healthy love that you get to see in movies , that was the kind I got to experience with him From dates, to gifts to countless kind gestures Every good thing that I never got , he did so and went beyond And yet he never wanted anything in return except for me At first I was cautious, and very sceptical, but the moment that I let him in, I never regretted it After it all , the Strom's and the freaking tsunamis and hurricanes, I finally got to see the rainbows and experience the warmth of the sun in my life I am happy Who knew that all it would take to Unshatter Me was simply the purest form of love from a single

I continue to smash and destroy everything within reach, each crash and clatter echoing the turmoil in my mind. A framed picture of Graham and me, once a symbol of our partnership, now feels like a mockery. I grab it and throw it with all my might, watching as it shatters into fragments. The glass cuts my hand, but I barely feel it through the haze of rage and despair. The bookshelf is next. I yank books from the shelves, flinging them across the room. The titles blur together as they hit the walls and floor with dull thuds. The room, once a place of order and control, is now a chaotic mess, mirroring the ruin of my life.

“That’s impossible.” His eyes locked on hers, unreadable, but sharp enough to cut. “Then someone wants me to believe otherwise.” And with that, the glass between them shattered not in a burst, but in a slow, deadly crack that promised the next chapter would draw blood. .

I shook my head and took a deep breath while rubbing my chest. "Relax, Monika... Ryan loves you and nothing can separate you from him. Relax." I muttered and poured water into a glass from a jug. My hands were shivering. After drinking water, I extended my hand to keep it on the table, but it slipped from my hand. I closed my eyes when the loud smashing sound of glass hit my eardrums. It was like it was replicating my situation. I'm just shattered like that broken glass and everything is falling apart from my hand. Maybe I have moved on with Ryan, but past trauma still haunts me and is snatching my happiness. There is a fear in my heart that the house I built with Ryan is made of glass, whic

“I’m breaking apart.” His footsteps echoed as he approached, crouching so his gaze met mine. There was no pity in his expression, only truth. “Good. Break. Shatter. Let go of who you were. Because the girl who was afraid to fight is already gone. What remains is what will save you.”

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.

He reaches for me. "Don't touch me!" I grab the nearest thing. A cheap glass vase filled with dead flowers. I throw it. I don't aim for them. I aim for the floor between us. SMASH. The glass explodes. Shards fly everywhere, glittering like diamonds in the dim light. Water splashes onto Aureliano’s expensive shoes. Silence drops like a guillotine. They stare at the broken glass. They stare at me. I am heaving. My chest is tight. My hands are shaking.

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

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.

Shattered Foundations Barbara stumbled through the city streets, her vision blurred by a torrent of tears. The once-familiar sights and sounds of the bustling metropolis faded into a blur as she fled the bar, her heart shattering with every step. Reaching the sanctuary of her apartment, Barbara slammed the door behind her, the finality of the action echoing through the empty space. Clutching the divorce papers in her trembling hands, she sank to the floor, her body wracked with anguished sobs.