Shatter Me Series Age Rating Novels & Stories

“Son, you need help. Therapy. Rehab. A Priest. A damn exorcist. I don’t care what it is, but you need to get back on the right track.” My father’s voice is the first to cut through. “Sex therapy.” From the corner, my twenty-one-year-old sister, curled up with her phone in her lap, mutters under her breath without looking up. “Shut up Marla.” I mumble. She raises an eyebrow. “Tell that to the group chats and social media, superstar.”

“This wasn’t in my files.” The video played. Her mother’s voice filled the room, distorted but unmistakable. “I can’t keep covering for him,” she said. “My daughters, if this comes out” A man interrupted her. “You knew what you were marrying into.” “I didn’t know they would kill children.” The word struck Isabelle like a physical blow. The screen cut to black. Isabelle lurched to her feet, nausea roaring through her. “Turn it off.” Dante did. Silence crashed down.

# Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Home Sera pov The pack meeting had lasted another three hours. Three exhausting, emotionally draining hours where my entire documented history of abuse had been displayed on a projector screen for everyone to see. Where I'd watched Brittany's face turn from smug to horrified to furious as the evidence mounted. Where the pack had voted unanimously for the punishment I'd suggested—demotion, community service, and public apology. Brittany had screamed. Had called me names I wouldn't repeat. Had tried to appeal to Alpha Jace one last time before her own father, contacted via video call, had ordered her to accept the judgment or face exile from both packs.

And he said no. “Are you serious?” My voice cracked. Angry. Hurt. Humiliated. “Yeah.” He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. “I want you. Bad. But not like this. Not when you go home to him after.” I shoved his chest. Hard. He let me slide down. My heels hit the floor. My legs shook so bad I almost fell. Had to grab the mirror to steady myself. “You’re fucking kidding me,” I spat. Hands trembling. Body on fire. Freezing. Aching.

CHAPTER 3 WARNING: MATURE CONTENT FOR 18+ [ If you are below 18, please leave, because it may not be suitable for your age. Thank you :) ] Screeeech. There are series of screams. Shambles chain clanked, misheard pleas to be spared had never actually come so forth as there is no salvation. Soreness knocked through instill walls; distraught camouflage by endless sorrow – continuous- unending. The raging river flow. Anger aroused by something unjust were fueled to set ablaze, and berserk to destroy many that scarred, and harm innocence that was left to rot, and bygone for ages.

I come hard, screaming into the pillow, body shaking, the cut slipping off almost entirely. I collapse, panting, chest heaving, the cut hanging off one shoulder like a trophy. I stare into the camera, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, still trembling from the aftershocks. “Still with me, boys?” I breathe, voice raw and wrecked. “Because I’m not done.” The chat explodes. BigDaddy69: $50 – KEEP GOING DarkHorseX: $30 – don’t stop NightRider88: $75 – private with me NOW

"You'll make me a father tonight, Cunt." He slammed entire length into her and with a barbaric yawp erupted inside her. The world shattered completely for her. Everything fragmented. Hard spurts of jizz filled her insides. Heated grunts puffed against her neck. Her tits stung in his deathly grip. Stings of his short thrusts burned against her ass.

It was time to move on. The Shadows convulsed and oozed towards the urn with a ravenous intensity. But before I could change my mind, they engulfed it… shattering it into 1,000 pieces. Silver and black shards exploded into the air, piercing my chest and scattering across the room like a dark, malevolent rain. I fell to my knees as my heart shattered, once again, the shards piercing my very soul. I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me.

I was the one who harmed myself. As I watched my parents' hunched silhouettes supporting each other while walking away from us, I felt nothing but hatred. I hated Kevin and Daniel, but I hated myself more. Meanwhile, Kevin just closed the door. He thought for a moment, his brows already knitted into a frown. Finally, he called me. As usual, the call didn't go through. So, Kevin directed his voice message to the automated message inbox. "Michelle, can you stop throwing your damn tantrum? Your parents are already this old, yet they have to spend their days worrying about you! Do you even have a conscience?"

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.