Shatter Me Parents Guide Novels & Stories

"You're going to go back in there and tell that girl the truth. All of it. Why you tried to push her away, why you were an idiot, and what you actually want. No more running. No more 'protecting' her by hurting her." "And if she doesn't want anything to do with me?" The words tasted like ash. Mom stepped forward, her hand on my arm. "Then you respect that. But you don't make that choice for her, Aiden. You don't get to decide what she can handle." I looked between my parents—my father who'd almost lost his mate through pride, my mother who'd almost died rather than force a bond that wasn't wanted. "What if I mess it up again?" The admission felt like weakness, but I was so far past caring ab

My father advised me not to keep compromising like this, but instead of listening, I lashed out at them and had a huge argument. They only ever wanted the best for me. I was a fool. Watching their hunched figures leaning on each other as they walked away, I felt nothing but searing hatred. My hatred for Aiden, Kate, and Ryder burned strong, but the one I hated the most was myself. Aiden closed the door and stood there, frowning for a moment. Then, he picked up his phone and called me. It was still unreachable and went straight to voicemail. "Lina, can you stop this already? Your parents are old, and they're still worrying about you. Don't you have a conscience?"

"I didn't mean to scare you, I just—" "I HATE YOU!" she shrieked, backing away. "I want Aunt Lila! She’s nice! She doesn't break things! I want my other mommy!" The words felt like a physical blade through my chest. Other mommy. "What the hell is going on?" Mark’s voice boomed. He rushed out of his office, looking disheveled but instantly alert. He saw the shattered phone, then looked at Luna, who was sobbing hysterically. "She broke it!" Luna wailed, throwing herself at Mark’s legs. "Mommy’s being scary! Take me away from her! Please, Daddy, I want to go to Lila’s house!"

He burst into tears, shouting, "I’m not a bad kid! I didn’t lie! Miss Summers said it! She even gave me some butterscotch candies and told me not to tell anyone else. I even shared two pieces with Lily from next door!" The words struck like a hammer, leaving Julia speechless.

Edgar stormed over, grabbed my hand, and dragged me to Lisette. I stumbled and raised my hand out of reflex. Unexpectedly, Lisette covered her face and screamed, "Please don't hit me! Don't hit me! I know I was wrong! I won't bring up my dad again! I promise! Please!" Silas and Edgar froze in place. They turned to me, their eyes burning with more than just rage—there was venom in them, as if I had murdered their fathers. "You've actually hit her before?" "Cecilia, how could you be that evil? Apologize to Lise now!"

He realized the scale of their mistake—the web of betrayal, the enemies within and without. Alina’s stomach dropped. “So everything we’ve been fighting for… all of it… it might be gone.” Dorian stepped closer, the fire behind him painting his face in shadows. “You can’t stop me, Nathan. You can’t even stop her.” Nathan’s hands clenched. “Watch me.” 6. Cliffhanger Ending Suddenly, the entire floor shook violently. Fire above them exploded, sending debris raining down. Alina shielded her head, clutching the USB fragments.

mom said to me. "No mom you can't, there might still be a chance for us and meeting with his parents would ruin everything" "Em look at me" mom held my face "Zach doesn't deserve you, and it will be over your father's grave will I let you get back to that scoundrel" Mom cursed. "What do I do mom?” I cried out. "Am here baby, we'll take it one step at a time" mom whispered assuredly. Tears rushed down heavily again, it's really over, my life with Zach is really over. Am a 29 old divorcée with little dating experience, no kids, the thought of loving someone else scares me to death, life without Zach is meaningless.

And Lucas never sees people in pain without wondering how he can use it. By the time I reach my room, I’m vibrating with anger—anger at my father, at Damian, at myself. I shut the door harder than I intend to, and the sound snaps something inside me. I pace. Once. Twice. Ten times. My hands won’t stop shaking. Damian is unraveling. Althea is drowning. And Father picked the exact moment to reappear—because he smelled blood in the water. He always does. I stop pacing and lower myself into the chair by the window, elbows on my knees, gripping my hair.

she says, pointing her drink at me, “you were fire, Mami. En fuego. And the way you were grinding on that Papi like you were about to have sex right there on the dance floor? I was like... Dios mío... someone turn the lights down or turn the camera on.” The girls all squeal and break into a wave of laughter. Dawn fans herself dramatically. “I kept looking in your parents’ direction, Fiona. Your mama was sipping her prosecco like it was communion, and your dad just tried his hardest to ignore. I swear, you have the coolest parents ever.” “Please,” Jenna says, stretching her legs across the ottoman, “she earned every grind. That was heartbreak rehab, and you worked through every stage in rhyth

I didn’t faint. I shattered.