Novel & Cerita Shatter Me Novellas Set

“Then we’ll stop him before he can take root.” The moonlight outside the shattered window turned crimson, washing over the room. My body seized with another contraction, and I screamed again. Damon held me tighter, his forehead pressed to mine. “You’re not alone,” he whispered fiercely. “You hear me? You’re not alone.” And through the roar of wind and magic, through the rising shadows clawing at the walls, I felt it, the spark of life and death colliding in my chest. The power in my blood flared, silver and black twisting into one. The air split with a sharp crack as the final seal of the protection circle shattered.

“Your phone kept buzzing earlier. I silenced it. I thought it might be a distraction.” I nodded as she left. The door closed quietly behind her. I sat there, the memory of her story crawling all over my skin. Something about it wouldn’t let go. And deep down, I already knew why. I’d just helped my mum unpack a story about jealousy. And I felt proud. Until I opened my phone. Group chat: It was lit and loud Nora: “She’s a pretender. Can’t believe people still pity her.” Unknown number: “Heard she’s the one who set Sara up. Shameful.”

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.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Broken and Listening Sera pov The voices filtered through the haze of medication like radio stations cutting in and out. Male. Deep. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache even through the fog of painkillers. Aiden. My mate. The one who didn't want me.

Her guilt was eating her from the inside out, spiraling further down each passing day. The betrayal nipped at her conscience: she had lied to him, deceived him, and was too cowardly to face the consequences. Worst of all? She still loved him. Still, it had been Noah who had made her alive; he had opened to her the gates of a world she didn't know, where love wasn't just something to be feared but to be embraced. Yet she'd ruined it, shattered it, because of her weakness.

"I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered." Isla didn't know what to say. Her rage had been such a faithful companion. Letting it go now was like skydiving without a parachute. "And what of Vivienne?" she asked, not wincing when she spoke the name. "You were betrothed to her while leaving me notes under my door." Killian let out a slow breath, the guilt weighing his shoulders down.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

And it all started the day I was decieved, that was the day it all started. No one came to my rescue that night no matter how much I screamed, no matter how much I pleaded, their heart failed to listen to my cries, and finally, when they were all done, I was left on the stony ground beside an abandoned building to heal and cry as much as I wanted. From a princess in a wealthy home to a sex worker, a drug dealer, a prisoner, a heart breaker, a gold digger, a waitress, a sex addict, and finally on my last day a foolish mother who was about to leave her little angel all alone.

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.

It didn’t subdue the fire in me. I was beyond angry as I hurled the glass against the wall. It shattered in an instant, pieces splintering in all directions, shining in the low lights like tiny knives. I ran a hand down my face, exhaling heavily. I shouldn’t have let her push me this far. I shouldn’t have let her get to me like that.