Shatter Me Parents Guide Novels & Stories

I dodged it by a second and it shattered behind me, the contents splashing on my jeans. “You’re such a fucking idiot! You’re ruining your life like a fool for another worthless poor girl!” my father roared at me angrily. “I’m not ruining my life, I’m following my heart and things will turn out much better this time around,” I refused to flinch as I spoke even though he was now shattering dishes on the table in a fit of rage. “Not if your heart is dumb and constantly picking problematic sluts!” my mother chimed in, her face red with rage like my father’s.

‘I don’t think I could ever love you again’. They were like knives to my spirit—if my own father could not love my mother after such a secret, what made me think he would have ever loved me if I stuck around and told him? If the pack hadn't entered my life, I would have been on my own and disowned by my family. Again. But even worse: what makes me think Nathan is going to stick around? -

There are tales of power so strong it’s like a bomb going off and even that Guardians have the ability to raise the dead. Personally, I would never have willingly gone against them. But I have no choice. I’m all that Meadow and Tate have left. After Beta Trevor killed our parents, I had taken a week trying to figure out what to do. I was only 15, my brother and sister were both so young. I had no idea how to support them, how to keep child protective services from taking them away from me. And the last thing we needed was to be separated. More than ever, we needed each other.

With a small smile towards her and an annoyed sound from London, Brendan takes a deep breath. "Our last rule is that no one is allowed to have any friends outside of Crash Course Rebellion. Only aquaintances."

My whole body couldn't stop trembling. However, Charles looked even more shaken than I was. He didn't even bother drying his hair as he rushed to turn on the lights, pulling me into his arms and gently patting my back. "Don't be scared, Natalie. It's just thunder. I'm here, okay? As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you." Really? No one could have hurt me… except you, Charles. He slowly laid me down and climbed into bed beside me. I closed my eyes, pretended to fall asleep, and my breathing evened out in his arms.

“This isn’t over, Winnie. I know you want peace. I do too. But peace doesn’t come easy for people like us. It’s something you fight for. Every day.” “I’m tired of fighting,” I said softly. Michael’s gaze softened. “Then let us fight for you.” Later, after Michael left, Carter and I curled back into bed. The weight of the footage sat heavy in the air between us, but neither of us spoke about it. Instead, I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He ran his fingers through my hair. “I wish I could give you more,” he whispered. “A world without shadows. A life without scars.”

“Sophia, there's no house without issue, there's no perfect family, we just need courage to overcome the challenges and pass through the phase, stop overreacting” Sophia's tears continued to fall, her voice trembling with a mix of sorrow and anger. “I thought I could trust James. I thought we had something real. But now, looking back, I see that everything was built on lies and betrayal. It’s about the fact that he took everything I believed in and tore it apart.”

He should have struggled hard to get his father's corpse and escape with it. He was shaking his legs like an agitating man. He felt bad. His mother couldn't take the shock of losing her mate right before her eyes. She couldn't come out of her depressed state. She died and that way, he lost both of his parents as a result of Lukas Briston's attack and mischievous act. War is inevitable. He was going to attack that pack, bring it down and destroy everyone who supported Lukas to bring him down from that throne.

Liam stood nearby, silent, unreadable. "Come," Ella said softly, guiding me to the couch. "I'm sorry. Was I shouting too much?" I tried to smile, to ease her guilt. But it came out twisted, hollow. "It wasn't your shouting," I said, my voice weak. "It was the glass. When it shattered, it... brought something back." "Oh, dear." Her hand closed gently over mine, trying to steady the tremble. "Here," Liam said quietly, offering me a glass of water. I stared at him for a moment, surprised. Then I took it. The cold water slid down my throat and seemed to calm the storm in me, at least for now.

The bitter kind, the kind that sounds more like choking. “Would you have said that if I hadn’t protected you, Chester? Huh? No, you would be here blaming me for never protecting you.” My voice cracked, my knees barely holding me up. “Do you want to know the very first memory I have of our ‘happy’ little family? It was from when I was three. And I was crying. Screaming. Because Mom came home late, and Dad was livid. They were shouting, throwing words around that was as sharp as knives. And then he grabbed my yellow toy truck—my favorite one, because I’d just gotten it—and he smashed it against the wall. That’s my first memory. That’s what I got from childhood.” The room spun a little. My head