Shatter Me Order Novels & Stories

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.

The world slows into dreadful inevitability as the glass jug and mug slip from the platter, tumbling earthward with no hope of rescue. Shatter. The crash rings out, sharp and merciless, glass exploding into fragments across the polished floor. My eyes widen as the mess glitters beneath me, shards scattered like dangerous jewels. “Jesus, what the fuck,” I whisper harshly, the words trembling out before I can stop them. I spin toward him, anger rising swift and hot in my chest. “What the hell was that?”

“Remember who you are! Remember us! Remember life, not chaos!” --- City Above Collapsing The tremors from Luca’s energy waves had reached the surface. Buildings above us groaned under invisible pressure; glass shattered in a symphony of panic. Cars flipped as electricity arced through the streets. The city’s lights pulsed with a red-orange glow—the Shadow Order’s influence leaking outward. Vex shouted, “Riven, look! The city! If Luca doesn’t regain control—” “I know,” I growled. “I don’t have time for warnings. Just help me hold him!”

I muttered. It wasn’t unusual here. I stood up just as another voice shouted aggressively from outside. “Get the hell off me!” A body slammed hard against one of the nearby tables as more screams followed. Aaron pushed himself up too, startled by the sudden chaos outside the private section. Then someone crashed straight through the curtains. A drunk man stumbled forward violently after getting shoved by another guy behind him. Everything happened too fast after that. A bottle shattered against the edge of the table beside us. Aaron froze. I saw the broken glass flying toward him almost instantly.

I, the person who had witnessed her most embarrassing moments, should have exited the stage long ago. I was taken to the police station, but I was out in a mere five minutes. When I saw the abusive private messages that the public sent me, I immediately called my assistant. "The collaboration with the Sanders Group is off; we've split off all the projects. I’ve clarified everything with the police. Withdraw all financial investment in the Sanders Group immediately. I don’t want to see the Sanders again!" Upon receiving my orders, the public relations department of the Yates Group quickly sprang into action.

if you hate me kill me please I don't want to live this life in this way I can't live anymore with this pain the pain of loosing someone the pain of hurting our loved ones is most unbearable punishment but why this for me why me only me I never wants even my enemy to get hurt but why every time destiny is playing hard on me I don't know how to tell you I'm broken without feeling needy I dont know how to open up without feeling judged I don't know how to cry when my tears feel like acid I just need you to see that I'm hurting without me telling you because my words are bleeding out of my mouth waiting for you to stitch me up and make me fine although I know that's not your job and you're bett

The sound of glass shattering against the wall was satisfying, almost cathartic. I didn’t stop there. I grabbed another picture and threw it with all my strength, watching as it smashed into a million tiny pieces on the floor. Then another. And another. It felt good, so good to destroy every reminder of what we had been, of the man I thought I knew.

Fast-paced heavy metal-type chords thump my veins, the live sound of the music taking my breath away. My queue to come in is signaled by London who lets out a deep roar. Being a call-and-response song it was by far one of my favorites from Crash Course Rebellion and now I get to live it. I sing the melody, Jackie is in harmony and London's note is a growl. ~ "I can't fight it!" London and Jackie:"I can't fight it!" "There's a feeling deep inside when I look into the eyes of the monster!" "I see through it!" London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!"

she said quietly, her voice filled with a promise that only she understood. And in that moment, as she stood on the balcony with Adrian, her plan set into motion, Elara knew that the time had come to unmask the betrayal that had shattered her life. She would make them pay, all of them—Cassia, Adrian, the Hawthornes. She would destroy them, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of the world they had built on the ruins of her happiness. And when it was over, when she had taken back everything that was rightfully hers, she would finally be free. Free from the pain, the anger, the darkness that had consumed her for so long.