Shatter Me Novellas Set Novels & Stories

"Please, he needs you by his side." Thalia shook her head, her chest rose and fell rapidly, her heartbeat loud in her ears. Franklin's name struck her heart like a dagger twisted mercilessly. Her mind spun, replaying flashes of memory she had buried: his betrayal, the fake affection, the bitter taste of abandonment. The cold expression when he handed her the divorce papers. The night he shattered her world and left her bleeding in the dark, unloved, unwanted. Her hands trembled, and she backed away a step, as if distance could shield her from the weight of Delilah’s plea. Her voice was barely a whisper.

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

Lauren snatched the shard from my hand, her slender fingers trembling faintly under the sunlight. The moment she clearly made out the letters engraved on it, the once arrogant and imposing Miss Hayes suddenly found her breathing turning rapid.

Even the teachers seemed uneasy. She turned onto her side, glancing at her nightstand. The silver sand was gone. But just as she started to relax, a faint whisper echoed through her room. “Anna…” She shot up, heart pounding. “Who’s there?” Silence. Her eyes darted to the mirror across the room. A shadow moved. And then— The glass cracked. --- The Shattered Reflection Anna’s breath hitched in her throat as the mirror’s surface cracked, splitting into jagged lines that seemed to pulse with a strange, ominous energy. She couldn’t move, her body frozen in place as if the room itself was holding her captive.

A promise of violence. "Say it again," he whispered in my ear. "Give me a reason." I should have stayed quiet. Should have been the obedient, broken thing he expected. Instead, I smiled. "Monster. Coward. Heartless bastard. Is that enough reason?" His grip tightened. Black spots danced across my vision. Somewhere far away, Lila was screaming, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. This was it, then. This was how I died. Strangled by the man I loved, in front of the sister who betrayed me.

"On the day your sister got engaged, I made a rare trip home… and then happened to meet you. And then we… well…" He coughed softly, trying to hide his embarrassment. But I was too stunned by the dramatic revelation to react. I had heard rumors about the unloved firstborn vampire prince in my previous life, but I never imagined I'd be tied to him. Everything was happening too fast. I hadn't even caught up when a sharp pain tore through my abdomen. I clutched his arm tightly. "Oh no… I'm going into labor—now…"

--- The Shardfall is aptly named. It's a region where the fabric of Lunareth itself seems to have come undone—massive chunks of land floating in midair, connected by bridges of solidified magic that shimmer like glass. Some of the islands are stable, anchored by ancient obelisks that hum with power. Others drift slowly through the air, their paths unpredictable and dangerous. Below them all, visible through gaps in the floating landmasses, is the Core Sea—that luminous blue-white abyss that marks the heart of the Shattered Sphere.

"Your belongings have already been shifted to the estate. Your mother and sister have moved to a house in Connecticut. Paid for, utilities included, medical attention taken care of for your mother. All as contracted." He said it like he was expecting thanks. Like I was going to thank him for shattering my world and putting the pieces back together. "Can I see them? Before we leave?" "No." Like that. No sorry, no let me persuade you. "They're my family…. " "And now I'm your family." His voice turned icy. "The quicker you accept that, the better this will be." I had wanted to fight him. Wanted to scream that he couldn't just cut me loose from all the people I loved. But the deal was done. The

What was I thinking, going into that tiny, dark space with the one man I should be running from? I almost let him kiss me…fucking hell… My fingers work hard at the fabric, rending my once favourite sheets into shreds. The pieces slip through my fingers and pool at my feet, and I realise that the sharp throbbing in my finger nail is real. I've broken the damn thing. My feet stumble backwards into my vanity table, and every breath I suck in feels less like oxygen and more like death. These fucking ugly curtains… I fist my fingers in the green curtain, flinching as the rail breaks free, clattering to the ground in a dusty mess.

Touched her face. Then his hand fell. His eyes went empty. Gone. "James," Novalee sobbed. "James, no, please—" But he was gone. Free. At peace. No more torture. No more watching. No more horror. She held him. Rocked him. Let herself break completely. Then she picked up the shard. Still slick with his blood. Brought it to her own throat. "I'm coming," she whispered. "Wait for me. I'm—"