Shatter Me Reading Order Novels & Stories

I continue to smash and destroy everything within reach, each crash and clatter echoing the turmoil in my mind. A framed picture of Graham and me, once a symbol of our partnership, now feels like a mockery. I grab it and throw it with all my might, watching as it shatters into fragments. The glass cuts my hand, but I barely feel it through the haze of rage and despair. The bookshelf is next. I yank books from the shelves, flinging them across the room. The titles blur together as they hit the walls and floor with dull thuds. The room, once a place of order and control, is now a chaotic mess, mirroring the ruin of my life.

Books in timeline order, 1) Noah, an Omega's story 2) A Broken Alpha 3) Claudius, a Delta's Fight for Love (This book's timeline runs between Noah's book, and ends between A Broken Alpha, and Reid's book. But should not be read before A Broken Alpha) 4) Alpha Reid and the Hybrids 5) Maddox, the Broken Alpha 6) River Pack and the Vampires

I try again to mind link him with no answer. I hear footsteps down the hall coming towards my door. I quickly stand as tall as possible, which is hard because I am so tired and my legs barely hold me up anymore. I have to though; I refuse to show him any sign of weakness. The door opens and in walks Shane, his signature smirk and a rose. "Good morning beautiful!" ***End of Book 1*** Book 2 titled: The Rogue's Winter Revenge is complete and can be found here on Good Novel now! Make sure you put the ' in Rogue's 😘😘😘😘

Chapter Twenty-Two Alpha Lir POV The glass doesn’t shatter—it just breaks apart in my hand. One second I’m holding a crystal tumbler of aged scotch, the next my palm is burning, filled with red cuts and sharp, glittering pieces. I don't flinch. I don't even feel the sting. "Lir, your hand."

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

Elsa I didn’t talk to Miles or any of his friends, not that they acknowledged me anyway. I rushed out of the club, my heart still racing. I stopped the first cab I saw, climbed in, and slammed the door behind me. Even as the car pulled away, I could still feel him. His hands on my body, his fingers inside me. I was shaking, not from cold, but from the adrenaline. I just wanted to go home and scrub every part of myself. Not that the orgasm was bad. It was... no words could come to mind, non would ever be enough.

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

Catrina shouted. My stomach plunged as she outed not only my fated bond to Billie, but also our break-up. All eyes were indefinitely on me now, all unspoken questions echoed by Catrina’s accusations, and I didn’t like it. David and Colt had begun transforming; behind me, so did Billie. The world was closing in on me with more human voices to feed the chorus.

She lifted the device high, fingers trembling, and pressed every button at once. The screen flared, then shattered in her hand like glass. The Core convulsed. The towers screamed—voices cascading into chaos, billions of memories unraveling at once. The plain of light ruptured, breaking apart into rivers that dissolved into nothing. The rewritten staggered, their faces unraveling, scattering into sparks. The massive tower of Emma’s selves shattered last, her own younger faces dissolving into streaks of light that rose like fireflies, vanishing into the collapsing horizon.

But I ruined it. Again. And now I’m here. Alone. In my damn office. Drenched in moonlight and whiskey fumes. Surrounded by broken bottles and broken promises. Another crash. The crystal shatters against the wall, amber liquid dripping like blood down the paint. I don’t even flinch. My body’s still buzzing from her. My head’s still filled with the sound of her breath, her whimpers, the way she said my name like she hated herself for wanting it.