Novel & Cerita Shatter Me Novellas In Order

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

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.

Blood dripped from a gash on his temple. Chains—silver chains—bound his wrists, his skin burned red where the metal lay. Rage surged through me. “Let him go.” Ronan sighed, shaking his head. "You don’t understand, little wolf. I’m saving you." --- The Breaking of the Mate Bond Another pulse of magic ripped through me. The bond shattered further, the pieces splintering like glass inside my chest. I gasped, clutching at my heart. Derek groaned, his body twitching as if he felt it too.

After everything she had done for him. Without warning, Nova’s fist tightened around the crystal glass in her hand, the delicate curves of the cup biting into her palm. Her mind screamed for control, but the anger, the betrayal, it was too much. She stood up abruptly, knocking her chair back with a loud screech that echoed through the hall. The glass in her hand shattered with a sharp, resounding crack. The jagged shards of crystal flew outward, some grazing her skin, but Nova didn’t care. Her breaths came out in sharp, angry gasps. Blood dripped from her hand, but it was nothing compared to the searing fury that consumed her.

Another stab of pain tore through my chest, sharper than before. I clutched at myself, struggling to breathe. And then I felt it. A snap. Not fully broken. But fractured. Something inside me shifted violently, as though the bond forged between our wolves was fighting to survive against the force of a fated mate. I tasted blood at the back of my throat. The hallway lights blurred. And as darkness crept into my vision, one terrifying thought echoed in my mind— If this was only the beginning… What would happen when the bond finally shattered completely?

Damien reaches for me instinctively—and stops himself. “You’re walking away,” he says. “Yes.” From him. From Zephyr. From every chain disguised as love. “I am not your Luna,” I say to Damien. “And I am not anyone’s prize.” The bond between us flares suddenly—one final surge of pain and memory—and then snaps. I gasp as the sensation tears through my chest, sharp and burning, but I don’t scream. I don’t fall. I endure. Because I always have. Damien cries out as the bond shatters completely, clutching his chest like something vital has been ripped away.

When I heard them leave the dungeon, and the sound of silence was all that filled the air, I curled into a ball and welcomed the darkness that had become my friend. I sobbed against the cold floor, my naked body trembling. I couldn’t see the damage they had done but I could feel it. I feel their sperm and my blood trickling down my thighs and between the crack of my cheeks. I could smell their seeds and the scents that covered my body. Their piss stung the cuts and mixed with the blood from the marks their claws made on me permeating the air. I will not break. I will not submit. I repeated this constantly but I felt my resolve breaking, my walls crumbling.

Just like that. And in that moment, as I pressed my trembling hand against the locked door, I felt something inside me shatter. Not just love. Not just trust. But the last piece of the woman who once believed Ethan Smith was her forever.

Images flickered — Nathan’s secret orders, his first meeting with the Board, the classified directive stamped Project Prometheus — Recover and Replace. Her heart twisted, but she forced herself to look away. “He lied because he thought it was the only way to protect me. That’s what you’ll never understand.” The shards glowed, vibrating violently as cracks spread across the glass horizon. 6 — The Awakening Outside, Nathan watched the servers surge with light. The building shook. Lara screamed as a beam collapsed nearby. “Alina!” he shouted, gripping her shoulders. “Come back!” Her eyes were rolled back, her pulse rapid. The fragments in her pocket emitted a high, piercing tone — and then a se

Because in that moment, we weren’t broken. We were whole. And this was just the beginning of our new dawn. THE END THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks