Shatter Me Series Age Rating Novels & Stories

Right there. A raw sting of pain shot through me. “Ouch... Finnian...” “Yes,” he whispered. “Say it. Again.” “Make me release,” I pleaded, breathless, broken. He moved faster. “Ahh... Finn... no, don’t stop...” My voice echoed through the dark, through the trees, through every broken part of me. And then... I shattered. I gasped so loud. He watched me, his hands were still on me, he breathed roughly, his eyes were dark and unreadable.

Only the broken, shattered boy she left behind remains. "Because you destroyed me, Amber!" I scream, tears finally spilling over my lashes as I step closer, completely ignoring the danger. "Because you made me love you more than life itself, you gave me your heart, and then you fucking disappeared into thin air like I meant nothing to you! You shattered me into a million pieces and acted like I never existed.” *** Amber’s P.O.V. My plan worked. He finally broke. He finally spilt the truth. But what the fuck is he talking about?

That would happen after I cut out the part where I exposed myself. Max stared at me in surprise, "Why did you delete it?" "You can't play it for Stacy yet," I explained. "If you play it, she will know you have proof and might get the upper hand. You need to take her unawares. First of all, confront her and have policemen on standby to arrest her after the confrontation. No matter what, do not consider your past with her and grow soft. Children are harmless and can't even defend themselves. Therefore, anyone who can hurt a child does not deserve to live.

The same way morning sunlight streamed in through the trees, all broken and golden and almost pretty enough to hide the sharp edges underneath. Almost. “Where is he?” I asked. Marcus said, “At the packhouse. He moved back in once things got bad enough for the medics to need him close.” A pause. “He stopped shifting six weeks ago. His wolf can’t keep up with it anymore.” Those words landed heavy. I knew what it meant up close—bond deterioration so advanced that the wolf side starts slipping away. First shifting hurts. Then it’s nearly impossible. Then it’s gone entirely. There’s nothing fair about it.

And it broke something inside me. My hand slapped the glass as he fucked me harder, deeper, his cock hitting a spot that made me see stars. My other hand slid down, found my clit, and I worked myself to the edge fast, so fast it scared me. “Come on me,” he ordered, voice shaking. “Mark me.” I shattered. My body clenched and milked him, wave after wave, and his grip turned punishing as he followed, groaning deep and broken, filling me to the hilt.

Mature contents are ®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®®® not suitable for underage people. {WARNING: this chapter has some mature content, so read at your own risk?} 🔞🔞🔞🔥🔥🔥 Blaze's POV

Now, this series was all about time pass for me if I’m being utterly honest. My more serious works are also part of different series. And all the series below feature ENEMIES TO LOVERS trope. What can I say? I’m a sucker for it. If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex.

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

I throw my phone across the room with an angry shout, watching it shatter into a hundred tiny pieces, scatters all over the floor. Fuck. XXX

“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.”