Shatter Me Novellas In Order Novels & Stories

I stared at the file, a war between fury and fatigue rising in me. “She didn’t just steal my husband. She stole my peace.” Lucas nodded. “Then take it back.” That night, I sat on my balcony, stars scattered across the sky like secrets. Sophie Lane had disappeared. But not for long. This wasn’t about revenge anymore. It was about closure. About justice. About ensuring no one else got hurt the way I did. Because in the end, Shattered Vows wasn’t just the title of my story. It was a warning.

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.

My phone rang and after seeing the caller, I picked up right away. Ares Anderson I thought my break up with Madeline was the worse thing that happened to me but I was wrong. Athena tore me into pieces and there's no way that I'm able to move on with life. She took a piece of me with her along with my soul. I was going insane. I became an alcohol addict in one night and I didn't even bother to go to work. My parents and grandma were so worried for me. I laughed all day repeating what she said.

She reached around to rub my clit furiously, and I shattered again, clenching around the dildo, screaming her name. She followed, grinding deep as she came from the pressure, collapsing over my back. We sank to the floor, tangled and sweaty. She kissed my shoulder, soft now. “You’re mine now, Eve. No more running.” I nodded, tears of release and joy mixing. In her arms, sin didn’t feel like damnation. It felt like grace. But deep down, I knew I needed more. Needed her to break me completely.

The part I abandoned for a fantasy called love. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “That doesn’t cut it!” she roars. Suddenly, the room explodes—literally shatters—as if the world around us were glass. Shards of memory, regret, and pain swirl in the air, slicing into us like razors. I cry out as a sharp edge cuts across my cheek, another across my shoulder. Blood spills, warm and wet, but she doesn’t flinch. She stands in the storm of our broken past, screaming.

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.

" He said. "Frank, please you can't leave me. I love you remember I..." Franklin slammed the door loudly on her face. Her body trembled with shock, a tear slid down her cheeks. She stood there, frozen. The cold wind slapped her face but it couldn't compare to the chill that pierced her bones. Her fingers clutched the handle of her suitcase as if it could bring her back to a reality that had just been shattered. The rain began to fall, slowly at first,soft drizzles kissing her skin, mixing with the tears already streaming down her face.

The creatures screeched and burned as they touched the fire, but more kept coming, kept pressing, kept trying to find a way through. The noise was deafening. The heat from Kael's shield was intense, and sweat dripped down my face. The ground beneath us began to shake, cracks forming in the stone as the fire heated the rock. Then the floor gave way. I screamed as I fell, the torch flying from my hand, the darkness swallowing me whole. I felt Kael's arms wrap around me, felt his body twist beneath mine, felt him pull me against his chest and cover me with himself. Then everything went blank.

My chest felt tight and I found it difficult to breathe as I stormed across the room in outrage. I swiped everything off the vanity in one furious motion. The vase shattered the moment it hit the floor, shards of glass scattering across the carpet as water seeped into the rug, the necklace skidding across the room, but I didn't care. “How dare he” I said lowly, my eyes glazed. “How dare he think I will accept this pitiful apology. Like a cheap whore!” I screamed. I was startled by the sound of my own voice but it wasn't enough to stop me. I turned on the rest of the room, grabbing anything I could find. Taking a hold of the lamp, I smashed it against the wall as the chair toppled over with a

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.