Shatter Me Kindle Novels & Stories

The faces of Ash, Ronan, Miles fractured, splintering into a thousand tiny reflections before bursting apart completely. I lunged forward, every muscle tearing, every breath burning, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. With one final roar, I shattered it. The world broke open… light searing, shards of shadow scattering like dying stars, and I fell forward into the abyss. My heart hammered against my ribs, blood rushing loud in my ears. Darkness swallowed me whole. But it was clean, honest darkness. Not theirs. Not broken. I was free.

It’s hurting. “Come and take it.” She holds it out to me, but the moment I take a step forward to grab it, she lifts the frame high up and lets it free fall to the floor. I watch my entire world shatter into pieces against the hard tiled floor together with the only beautiful thing I had left of my family. The glasses of the frame fly all over the place and our broken smiles on the picture lay miserable on the floor. Tears blur my eyes as I look from the shattered frame to Rhea and her wicked laugh tips me over the edge. Wrath spreads through my limbs like larva.

-Karen- “I warned you- Did you think I was going to simply forgive you for the things you’ve done to me?” I asked as I stepped closer to her. “Hate me all you want. But in the end, you failed to break me- You failed to end me- Plainly put, you completely failed. Soul Shatter!” I yelled, punching directly through her soul. As soon as my fist touched her, she shattered like glass and faded away forever.

Another’s annihilation. The thought follows me like a shadow. Which a "Shatterpoint"

Just a girl. Shattered.

**This is the third book in the Guardians Next Generation Series. It can be read as a standalone book but will have references to events that occurred in Shattered Bonds. This book will run in a parallel timeframe to Shattered Bonds. Events in this book will overlap with events in that book. Maeve Three Years Ago

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

"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?"

Because I knew, and I hated the fucking fact that I knew, that I could see it in her eyes how much she wasn't over me, how much the nostalgia and longing in her eyes as she stared back at me through that camera lens, mirrored my fucking fucked up state without her! "I...I love y-your...hic...cock...m-more than Dominic's...please...please...f-fuck...me...you fuck...me better than Domi-" I lost it. I fucking lost it and the loud thud that echoed, the thick glass wall that shattered into splinters, that was caused by the ruthless force of my phone slamming against it, sending it crashing into unrecognizable black splinters between those white shards of glass as I stood there, trembling and thre

Shattered is a little word. I think I am getting better, or at least that’s what everyone is thinking, because, I was one of the active participants in Lillian’s marriage. Alexander has become a Voldemort in our family. No one raises his name. If the topic comes, they would say, that brute. But this is no joke. I could not sleep if I don’t have the pills. Even when I did, there are always been nightmares.