Shatter Me Reading Order Novels & Stories

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Not outside the dead language of broken lore. "The Divine Fracture wasn’t just a tear in space. It was a reaction. A consequence.” “A reset, almost. Something born from the moment the galaxy nearly ended itself.” Ashar’s crystalline eyes stayed locked on Mae. Her chest rose and fell, shallow, but steady. Skin pale, but the faintest flickers of energy still shimmered beneath it, like cracks in porcelain filled with molten gold. It’s real. She’s real. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening.

Chapter 140. Vera’s POV. Glass shattered against the wall, the sound sharp and violent as it echoed through my room. Another bottle followed, then another, my hands shaking as rage tore through me like fire. My chest heaved, my breath coming fast and uneven, my head spinning with hatred… with jealousy… with failure.

"The scars are permanent. You don't have to lift a finger to protect your creation—I'm already ruined. You broke me in ways the world can't even see. You still shine, untouchable. Untarnished. I faded away, just as you wanted me to—like your dirty little secret. So what more do you fucking want from me?!" He looked at me, and I looked at him—and something broke between us. I didn't know what it was. Whether it was him or me, his or mine. But I heard it. The crack. The shatter. The pieces falling like glass. And then—I felt them. Splinters of it, piercing through my skin, as Damien's hands slid around my waist and pulled me closer. My chest met his, and suddenly, I couldn't move. Couldn't pus

Not with control. With messiness . With memory. With the taste of tea and the ache of love and the starlight in the Child’s tears. The core cracks . Axiom howls, reaching for us as the first fissures race up their pristine robes. "No! You’ve ruined it—" The shattering takes them first. Their perfect body explodes into prismatic shards, dissolving midair. The core follows, its pulse stuttering, the Scorch-wave freezing mid-expansion.

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He slammed into me hard and wild with no mercy or warning just going straight in expanding me to my limit as I tried to accommodate his monster. I gasped. I shivered. I cried. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes smearing fresh mascara stain on me “This is what you wanted right?” He asked as he slammed in again.

The moment he’s gone, the last thread of control shatters. I roar, guttural, and inhuman. The next second I'm tearing through the living room. My fist shatters a glass cabinet. The coffee table goes flying. I rip down curtains. A lamp crashes to the floor. The sound of splintering wood, shattering glass, and my own ragged breathing fills the house. But the burning, boiling fury inside me won't die. She is alive. She is with him. She's the Moonfire Healer. And she hates me.

He warned her, "You hurt Rebecca. I'll never trust you again." At that moment, the last shred of her pride shattered completely. Despair and resentment consumed her entirely. She directed all her hatred toward me, convinced I was the reason for her downfall. Driven by revenge, she'd meticulously planned this attack. She'd expected Evan to stand by coldly and watch me get hurt. She never anticipated that he'd rush forward to shield me with his body. Knowing all this filled me not with pity, but cold indifference. Facing such hysterical resentment and malicious revenge, I instructed my lawyer without hesitation to pursue the harshest punishment possible, leaving her no mercy.

Lauren snatched the shard from my hand, her slender fingers trembling faintly under the sunlight. The moment she clearly made out the letters engraved on it, the once arrogant and imposing Miss Hayes suddenly found her breathing turning rapid.