Shatter Me Series Age Rating Novels & Stories

Even though I'm trying my best not to cry in front of him, tears have started to fall from my eyes. I said, despite my fear, "M-me I haven't Broken My Promise or Disobeyed You, You Were the One You Said You Won't Touch Me Before A Week," to make it clear that he was the one who had broken his word. He squeezed my jaw so hard it felt like it might break. I hissed in agony as his finger dug in my cheek as tears continued to fall from my eyes and vanished in his fingers. He is the center of my utter hatred.

My chest felt tight and I found it difficult to breathe as I stormed across the room in outrage. I swiped everything off the vanity in one furious motion. The vase shattered the moment it hit the floor, shards of glass scattering across the carpet as water seeped into the rug, the necklace skidding across the room, but I didn't care. “How dare he” I said lowly, my eyes glazed. “How dare he think I will accept this pitiful apology. Like a cheap whore!” I screamed. I was startled by the sound of my own voice but it wasn't enough to stop me. I turned on the rest of the room, grabbing anything I could find. Taking a hold of the lamp, I smashed it against the wall as the chair toppled over with a

He paused, watching her closely, as if weighing whether or not she'd bolt. "So I pushed you away. I told myself I was protecting you, but really, I was protecting myself. From being revealed. From being open. From letting anyone know how fucking scared I was." A breath stuck in Isla's throat. Her fingers tightened around her cup. Killian continued, his voice softer now. "I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered."

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

Images flickered — Nathan’s secret orders, his first meeting with the Board, the classified directive stamped Project Prometheus — Recover and Replace. Her heart twisted, but she forced herself to look away. “He lied because he thought it was the only way to protect me. That’s what you’ll never understand.” The shards glowed, vibrating violently as cracks spread across the glass horizon. 6 — The Awakening Outside, Nathan watched the servers surge with light. The building shook. Lara screamed as a beam collapsed nearby. “Alina!” he shouted, gripping her shoulders. “Come back!” Her eyes were rolled back, her pulse rapid. The fragments in her pocket emitted a high, piercing tone — and then a se

Anger and pain push me to the edge. He watches without flinching, not even blinking as the shards scatter across the floor. Instead, a dark smile creeps onto his face. “Break everything.” He steps closer, his eyes dark and hungry, as if my rage is something to be savored. “You’re not breaking me. I broke the world to have you already.” His jaw tightens with each word. “Scream. Cry. Hate me.”

blazed red with bitter irony. In the photo, he looked so upright. But who would guess that underneath that mask of righteousness hid a heart so rotten? The sky grew darker, and streetlights flickered on. Dragging my legs that felt as if they were weighted with lead, I finally reached the entrance of our apartment complex. I swiped my card. The gate alarm beeped, flashing red. Harvey really had changed everything. Even my access to the compound had been revoked. Matt Shepard, the security guard, poked his head out of the security booth, a troubled look on his face.

"So instead you let me fall apart." She looked up, her face wet and broken. "I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to make it right. But I'm asking you, please, don't destroy my life over this. Don't take it to the police or the media or wherever you're planning to take it." "Why shouldn't I?" "Because I have kids, Evelyn. I have two little girls who don't deserve to have their mother's name dragged through the mud. And Samuel... if this gets out, his business will collapse. We'll lose everything."

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.