Shatter Me Series Age Rating Novels & Stories

As we left, everyone was staring at us. ***** “How are you going to rate me?” Noah said while untying his shoe lace. “99% thank you for today, I really appreciate” I replied while getting off my heels, “I am tired” “I understand, but I never believed my brother could do that, I am more than shocked, we grew up together, he's such an adorable boy, and to me he's such a little boy, I am sorry that he hurt you” “It's fine” I said as I rested my back on the chair I sat down

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.

[This chapter contains mature content‼️, please skip if you are uncomfortable reading it.] Lucas Hayes pushed her towards his bedroom with so much urgency. He pushed her towards the wall as his hands grabbed her boobs. He was too rough in his actions. Elaina Moore was mourning loudly from the pleasure she was receiving. He pushed her on the big bed and then tore her dress into shreds.

“Shut up! Shut up before I rip your throat out!” Maeve’s voice broke behind me, raw and desperate. “Carson, please… please choose me.” I looked down at her, her face pale, her body weak, her eyes still shining silver with love even through the tears. She was everything. My mate. My soul. My breath. And then I looked at him. Smiling through his blood, waiting for me to fall. With a roar, I slashed downward — and Maeve screamed as the bond shattered hot and violent, and blood sprayed across both of us.

And when the air became too much for me, I looked at him seriously. “Kay, you know I’m still young, right? My body’s not fully developed yet, and this smoke... It's too much for me. For the sake of my life and growth, can you just take a break from it now that we’re both here?” He didn’t respond at first. Then, slowly, he crushed the remaining stick in his hand and gave me a cheeky smile. “You’re always smooth with your words,” he said, realizing the trick I’d used.

"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."

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

I pressed my burning palm against the shard. The scream this time was louder, angrier. The ground trembled, the air vibrating with power. I pushed harder, pouring everything into the fire. It climbed up my arms, wrapped around my chest, spilled from my mouth in a cry that echoed through the trees. The shard cracked. Edward howled behind me, his silver wolf tearing another creature apart. Mara shouted something, but I couldn’t hear her over the sound of the shard breaking. It split in two, then four, until it collapsed into dust.

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."

His eyes rolled back as the pain and pleasure rocked his body mercilessly. “You're a perfect boyfriend, Nicholas. If I'm a normal girl I would probably fall in love with you. You could easily detach yourself from your work when you're with me. But it's not enough. Nothing is, for me.” I squatted aligning his cock on bare my cunt. I easily slid in until it bottom out knocking me breathless. I rocked back and forth as I moan in pleasure, driving myself mindless. “You see, I was raped and physically abused at an early age by people like you. This is my way of ridding the world of its rotten inhabitants.” I grind my hips rubbing my clitoris on the patch of hair on his lower abdomen, making me mo