Shatter Me Parents Guide Novels & Stories

His face furrowed in disagreement and he only understood me because I had used that line on him so many times. "Are you done? Can I leave? Did you only call me here to berate me on my choice of a husband?" I got loud. I didn't care. My fathers face said it all. He was pissed. He hated shifters. He told me when I was younger to never be with a shifter, never speak to them, never be near them. I was the rotten apple in the family. I disobeyed everyone. After my parents supposedly died, I made it clear that I supported the shifter community. I literally lost all my grandparents, my cousins, my aunts and uncles, everyone. I was alone.

I spat. I promised myself again and again, and I had promised myself to never be a fool again when Gary let me down, but it just happened again and look at me now? Heartbroken again. Oh, goodness. Why did this have to be me? I would never learn my lesson, and I would get shattered and shattered again and again. At this point, I wasn't just shattered. I was damaged. “Fine then. We'll raise the child together.” He agreed. “Deal. No touching. No emotions. Just parenting.”.

he killed his own father for me? I feel a strong wave coming from me and I start to hear noises that seem to be the product of ice cracking . The windows shatter and the building shakes. My head hurts so much! I want all the evil around me to go away! I want it all to be over! I want to be peace again! And I collapse on my knees screaming in pain so hard that my voice becomes hoarse. "ENOUGH!!!!!!" I can’t take it anymore! I simply can’t react to anything. I am going crazy! This is a nightmare for sure. This can’t be the reality.

Everyone in the shot was staring blankly toward my camera, but the angle made Sienna and Declan look as if they were locked in a tight, intimate embrace. Their facial expressions were incredibly tense, like a pair of cheaters caught red-handed. To top it off, I had captioned it, "Congrats on finding true love again." After reading it, Sienna furiously lunged to grab my phone. "What the hell is that? Delete it right now! If my parents see this, they'll get the wrong idea! "Spencer, are you ever going to drop this? You publicly dragged me in front of all those people at the bar, and I didn't even lose my temper at you. I came home and played nice just to make peace, so what exactly do you want

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

"That kid adores you." "I don't always believe I deserve the love he gives me." "Dude, if he loves you this much, it means you're doing something right, so don't overthink it." "What happened to your parents? You are not obligated to answer if you do not want to." "It's okay, my shithead of a father got drunk and decided to drive, they were returning from a meeting at Shane's school, and he lost control and crashed the car, my parents were killed on impact and Shane barely got out but he is a fighter, he got through it but the doctors were unable to repair his larynx, he lost the ability to speak" I explained

My mother turned slightly, just enough to glance back at me. “Is this true,” she asked quietly. I swallowed. There was no point lying. “Yes,” I said. “It is true.” The silence that followed felt heavier than the slaps. My father let out a sound that was half laugh half snarl, then reached for the closest thing to him and hurled it across the room. The glass object shattered against the wall, fragments raining down like sharp confetti. “I could have managed a human,” he shouted. “A woman. A breeder. But this. This is unacceptable.”

My mother turned slightly, just enough to glance back at me. “Is this true,” she asked quietly. I swallowed. There was no point lying. “Yes,” I said. “It is true.” The silence that followed felt heavier than the slaps. My father let out a sound that was half laugh half snarl, then reached for the closest thing to him and hurled it across the room. The glass object shattered against the wall, fragments raining down like sharp confetti. “I could have managed a human,” he shouted. “A woman. A breeder. But this. This is unacceptable.”

" I deplored sadly, pouring out my broken heart to them. My parents stood there, stunned into silence by my outburst. My words hung heavy in the air and for a moment, the room seemed filled with the weight of our shattered illusions. Seeing how sober and shattered I was, my mother pulled me into her embrace. Consoling me throughout while my father watched us. Somehow I knew my father was not as bothered as I was. As long as the gifts and money kept coming in, what is the crime in showing off their wealth? My parents stood there, stunned into silence by my outburst. My words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, the room seemed filled with the weight of our shattered illusions. "Do not wor

He stepped closer, his eyes bleeding with desperation and swirled anger but that isn't on me. “I think it does; I just don't think I care right now. You took my parents from me, you took my body, you bent me and broke me until I didn't think that there was anything left for you to take. You shattered me and I have to find a way to live with that before I ever think about us,”