Shatter Me Novellas Set Novels & Stories

I didn’t faint. I shattered.

"You set that up? I'm with Jill now. Whatever stunts you pulled to chase me before, I don't want to see them again." Lillian bit her lip and nodded. "Got it. From now on, I will only see you as my brother." Her tone felt distant. She hadn't called him that in years. Hearing it today sparked an odd irritation in him. "You'd better mean it, or I'll think you're scheming again since you couldn't marry me by breaking your legs." His words hit like a sledgehammer. Lillian froze. Breaking her legs was from her past life, and he knew.

She grasps onto my hands, looking intently down at it after breaking her stare. “Your future bleeds, child. So much blood…so many deaths.” “That's all!? I'm already used to spilling blood.” I say in a growly tone, admitting the truth of my reality. She shakes her head, breathing in hard. “There'll be regret. I see you wallowing in it. It's going to push you to act rashly. You'll hurt the one you love most, but it'll be too late before you realize it.” That was the moment I pulled my hand away from her sharply as if it burned. “What are you talking about!? I don't fucking love anyone.”

The memoir she once swore she’d never write. Each keystroke was a heartbeat. Each sentence, a reclaiming. They said silence was survival. But silence was the weapon that killed me the slowest. Hours passed. The rain outside turned to a downpour, tapping against the glass like impatient fingers. But she kept writing. By the time dawn touched the horizon, Alina had twenty pages. Pages that bled truth, grief, strength — and hope. She saved the file, titled it “Shattered Promises — Draft 1.”

CHAPTER 126 — THE SHATTERING The horizon tore open, and the new figures emerged—shadows taller than buildings, their forms shifting like liquid nightmares. They moved with purpose, each step fracturing the ground, sending fissures that glowed with molten light. The air burnt with static, thick and choking, as if the sky itself had caught fire.

And right there and then, I shattered around him. I come just by him penetrating me. When he said he doesn't fuck soft, I'd expected it. But with each thrust, it was like he was breaching my wall, breaking my soul apart. This time around, he's not here to pick the shattered remains of my soul, he's here to grind them to dust with his cock and watch them blow in the wind. Damien grabs my leg and places it on his shoulder as he drives into me. His cock pistons in and out of me and my face grows red in lust and embarrassment due to the weird sounds coming from his thrusts.

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.

Adyant had dropped the call and with that Veda was again left alone in the world of colors and darkness. Veda stood frozen, her phone still pressed to her ear. The woman's voice haunted her. "Adyant, baby...". Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. The echoes of her broken heart lingered in the darkest of the night as moon faded away in the veil of clouds, leaving only whispers of ruin and a tale of shattered heart behind. She felt cheap. Used. A mere convenience for Adyant. The art studio, once her sanctuary, now seemed suffocating and dark.

"…shattered. More than before." The raw vulnerability in her words, the fear laid bare, shattered something inside me. It wasn't anger. It was a profound, gut-wrenching understanding of the damage I'd done. The trust I'd annihilated. She was giving me everything, stepping off the cliff, and her only safety net was the terrifying belief that this time, I wouldn't let her fall.

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?