Shatter Me Order Novels & Stories

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.

“Who the heck do you think you are giving me orders? After everything, after I have trusted you, you broke my heart and took my voice. You are the least person I want to see now so get the heck out of my face or I swear to the moon goddess that I will do more damage to myself and I will not be held responsible for that” He finally looks up but that’s it, I angrily climb down from the bed before making my way into the bathroom. I will not cry in front of him, I will not give him that liberty to think he holds anything against me but as soon as the water from the shower, the tears also follow. I am heartbroken and no one seems to understand, no one seems to notice how broken I am. Part of me w

The door clicked shut, leaving only a tense silence filled with the faint scent of alcohol. Evan glared at me. Anger was evident in his tone. "Divorce? You're doing this over something so trivial? Why do you always have to make a big deal out of nothing and hold onto such meaningless issues?" I closed my eyes briefly, fighting to keep my voice steady. I placed the divorce papers on the table and said firmly, "Just sign it. Let's free each other." The sneer on his face gradually disappeared, his irritation giving way to shock. Clearly, he hadn't expected me to be so resolute.

All the things I used to look forward to now cut deep into my heart. I quietly slipped into the shadows at the edge of the room without anyone noticing. My whole body was tense, but the tears kept falling despite how disgraceful it was. My chest ached as if it had been torn open. I pulled out my phone and sent my boss a message. "Something urgent came up. I'm leaving early." I got in the car, my mind blank. Suddenly, I remembered what the doctor had said and patted my chest, whispering to myself. "Don't cry… The doctor said I can't have any strong emotions… No crying…"

She reached for the glass of wine that had been a source of solace, her hand trembling. With a forceful motion, Isabella hurled the glass towards the wall, a primal scream escaping her lips as the glass shattered into countless shards, scattering across the office floor like a constellation of broken dreams. The room echoed with the sound of destruction, a reflection of Isabella's shattered hopes and her own internal turmoil.

Claire had her handgun poised at the Spiritwalker right in front of the desk. But handguns can't kill Spiritwalkers. They just injure them enough so they get angry. The shadow screeched and rushed over with celerity, leaving a gust of wind behind. I fumbled to grab my shotgun. Another 'bang' followed. 'Bang. Bang. Bang.' I looked up just in time to see the Spirit crash into Claire. She flew back into the door with a supernatural speed and slumped over onto the floor. Blake stood over her and then dropped suddenly, landing right on top of her crumpled body at his feet.

Only then do I give in. The release hits like violence. Like revelation. Pleasure tears through me, shattering every defense, every lie I’ve ever told myself. I break. I come apart. My mouth opens in a soundless scream and then there are voices. Mine. His. Overlapping. Clashing. Collapsing.

Right there. A raw sting of pain shot through me. “Ouch... Finnian...” “Yes,” he whispered. “Say it. Again.” “Make me release,” I pleaded, breathless, broken. He moved faster. “Ahh... Finn... no, don’t stop...” My voice echoed through the dark, through the trees, through every broken part of me. And then... I shattered. I gasped so loud. He watched me, his hands were still on me, he breathed roughly, his eyes were dark and unreadable.

Crash! A sharp, violent crack ripped through the sterile silence of the office. The remote control, a sleek, expensive piece of brushed metal, flew from James’s hand with terrifying force. It spun through the air like a deadly projectile, arcing across the vast room before shattering against the far wall, splintering into a dozen jagged fragments that clattered against the marble floor. The sound, sharp and final, seemed to echo his internal rage.

"Shatter for me!" The world exploded in a blinding flash of golden light. My body ruptured into a violent, earth-shattering orgasm that tore through every nerve ending I possessed. My inner walls contracted hysterically around him, milking his length with tight, frantic pulses that ripped the last thread of control from his mind.