Novel & Cerita Shatter Me Series In Order

"…shattered. More than before." The raw vulnerability in her words, the fear laid bare, shattered something inside me. It wasn't anger. It was a profound, gut-wrenching understanding of the damage I'd done. The trust I'd annihilated. She was giving me everything, stepping off the cliff, and her only safety net was the terrifying belief that this time, I wouldn't let her fall.

“You coward! This was all your fault! All of it! Gosh, why did you even have to run into that stupid building! If you would have just left me alone that day, none of this would have happened!” I felt Nathan push harder on the bond, but held the barrier. “Why did I run in there? Because you're like my sister! I love you and care about you, Claire!” She looked to the ground, jaw clenched in anger. “And I'm like you guys. If I didn't follow you, I wouldn't know about who I am and I would still just be a freak who occasionally sees glimpses—”

"You're going to want to pass out soon, Golden girl. You're in for a slow, excruciating night." I'm pushed down the next flight of stairs, fighting to keep calm, to ignore the bones as they break in my body, but the contentment and peace I felt minutes ago are gone. Asher watches on as I totally and completely shatter.

The sound of glass shattering against the wall was satisfying, almost cathartic. I didn’t stop there. I grabbed another picture and threw it with all my strength, watching as it smashed into a million tiny pieces on the floor. Then another. And another. It felt good, so good to destroy every reminder of what we had been, of the man I thought I knew.

I pressed a trembling hand against my abdomen, as if by instinct—seeking the faint pulse of life that had once answered me. “Please…” I whispered into the silence, voice barely a ghost. “Please, be okay.” Then the memories struck—like shards of glass tearing through my skull. Fire. Screams. The serpent rising from the flames. Kaden. His face—twisted with hatred and triumph. The flash of light before everything went black. The explosion that shook the earth. And through it all—her. Sherry.

"Your belongings have already been shifted to the estate. Your mother and sister have moved to a house in Connecticut. Paid for, utilities included, medical attention taken care of for your mother. All as contracted." He said it like he was expecting thanks. Like I was going to thank him for shattering my world and putting the pieces back together. "Can I see them? Before we leave?" "No." Like that. No sorry, no let me persuade you. "They're my family…. " "And now I'm your family." His voice turned icy. "The quicker you accept that, the better this will be." I had wanted to fight him. Wanted to scream that he couldn't just cut me loose from all the people I loved. But the deal was done. The

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."

I look down at my hands. “Two cries. That was the deal. One when I found out. One when it was over.” I lift my head again. “But then the third time was after the reception, when the dress was gone and I stood in front of that same mirror. Same bathroom. Same woman staring back. Just me. I cried that night because it was real. The vows had shattered before they were ever spoken. The betrayal was already written into the day. I cried when I allowed myself to feel it, because I was done pretending.

Just like that. And in that moment, as I pressed my trembling hand against the locked door, I felt something inside me shatter. Not just love. Not just trust. But the last piece of the woman who once believed Ethan Smith was her forever.

I would pack Luna’s things and mine, leave this city, run my business remotely, and leave the house that still smelled like Mark, leave the woman who had quietly taken my place in my daughter’s stories and my damn husband’s bed. I will go for a clean break. A new start somewhere the neighbors didn’t know my shame. And right now, just one reckless night with the man who looked at me like I was worth ruining for… it didn’t feel like betrayal anymore. It felt like survival. I lifted my chin, met his gaze, and let another tear fall on purpose. “Yes,” I whispered. “It is.” The words barely left my mouth before I moved. I grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and pulled him down hard. My mo