Shatter Me Parents Guide Novels & Stories

Kushi said, trying to calm me down. "I have to speak to my parents. They need to at least explain what the heck they were thinking to do what they did to me. I am not going to let this go," I said, my voice shaking with rage and pain. "They have hurt me for the last time Kushi. No more!" "But you have to be careful Sybil. You know how your parents are. Also, you can't go outside; paparazzi are everywhere. They're going to devour you once they get you in their sight," Kushi said, trying to reason with me.

My mother and I flinched as we watched my dad destroy the place I called home. The table went next. It crashed on the wall with bits of glass flying everywhere, and I couldn’t help but scream in fear. “Dad! Please, stop!” “You’ve gone against every single doctrine your mother and I instilled in you,” he barked. “Years! Years of training you and this is what you give us? Years of taking out loans to put you through school, and you come home with this?” I hated myself at that moment. I wished I would just die, but all I could do was watch and listen to my parents break.

Yet deep down, they knew—as did I—that reality's merciless tendrils have a way of unfurling even the most carefully guarded secrets, regardless of the damage they could wreak upon our fragile world. Justin slammed his fist into the table and stormed out, while Jeremy stood up explaining he was headed out after Justin. Their mates looked sad, and were shedding tears right alongside myself. I am sure the relative silence was deafening to my parents; I am sure they hope they had not destroyed our strong family bond. I am not going to lie, it hurt to hear their truths, however it was their pain and now Crystals. I had no right to judge their past. They were great parents to all of us.

His voice rises and turns shaky as he spills the words. "I lost my Dad just after I lost my girlfriend, my best friend. Do you know what it did to me? Your father destroyed my family in the name of justice. I was all alone, Harley. My mother started blocking me out, my sister was confused and sick when she heard the story. She felt ashamed of having a brother like me. Our whole family was shattered." "Shattered?" I mock his words. "You don't look shattered enough to me." I am pushed against the cupboard and cry softly when his hold on my arms tighten. I am standing on my toes as he presses me harder. His eyes are red with anger and for the first time, I am scared about what he might say next

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

I said softly, "Munchkin doesn't need a father who only sees his mother as a source of shame." I turned my head away and didn't look at him again. This farce had finally come to an end. The conference room fell silent. Spencer dismissed everyone, leaving us alone in the room. He walked over and crouched down in front of me. "Feel better now?" He reached out to touch my face, but his hand stopped mid-air. It was as if he was afraid of dirtying me, or perhaps he was afraid I would reject him. I looked at him, tears falling one by one onto his expensive coat.

"Aria." "That is rule one. Rule two. We are not a couple. We are not a reunion. We are two people who made a child, and I am willing to see if we can be something civilized for her sake. That is it. No romance. No late-night phone calls. No flowers. No letters. No buildings named after me without my permission." "Noted." "Rule three. You do not talk to the press. About me. About Luna. About anything. If a journalist approaches you, you say no comment. If your mother leaks something, you stop her. My privacy is not negotiable."

Her parents, blinded by Cassia’s manipulations, had been distant—unable or unwilling to see the truth of what was happening. But now, things were different. Cassia was no longer in the picture, and the truth of her betrayal had been laid bare. Elara had spent years healing from the damage Cassia had caused, but she knew that fully moving forward meant repairing her relationship with her parents. It wouldn’t be easy, and it wouldn’t happen overnight, but she was ready to try.

Don’t look for me. Tell him whatever you want. Just tell him I loved him, even when I didn’t know how. —Daniel I sat there for a long time, the note trembling in my hands. It wasn’t closed. Not really. But it was the closest thing I would ever get from him. And maybe that was enough. Noah That night, Noah asked me something that shattered me more than any betrayal ever had. “Was Dad always like this?” he said. “Or did I just not see it?”

she said playfully as Aaron laughed. "I don't have a dad, but I have a dad, and I don't have a mom, but I have a dad, and my dad is very secretive and doesn't have love interests except from that boring Jenna. She's like a fungi, always clinging to him, trying to destroy him, trying to give him viruses," he said very sharply as Vanessa could not help but laugh. "Either you don't have a mom or you don't know who your mom is, or Alex, I've never talked about your mom before," Vanessa questioned as she drove slowly so as to be able to hear Aaron.