Shatter Me Series In Order Novels & Stories

I crawled toward the laptop, heart pounding. Damien stepped through the smoke. His gun raised. His eyes locked onto me. He wasn’t sending men anymore. He had come himself. “Give me the drive,” he said, his voice calm. I gritted my teeth. “No.” He sighed. “You never learn.” His gun fired. I dove. Pain ripped through my side. But I didn’t stop. I slammed my hand down— The screen flashed. **Broadcasting…** Damien’s face turned to pure rage. “What did you do?”

As he turned his head back, I grabbed a hold of his muzzle and wrapped my other arm around his head, quickly jerking his head further backwards until I heard the sickening crack as his neck broke, and he collapsed to the ground. "I'll be back for you." I said to the Delta 3 before taking off and running towards the other two new warriors who were surrounded by rogues. I ran right between the two, slightly scaring them as I suddenly burst past them. I briefly noticed their puzzled look as I practically danced circles around the four rogues, confusing the hell out of them before finally deciding to take them down. As the last one dropped, I chucked his heart over my shoulder then turned to fac

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.

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.

" He said. "Frank, please you can't leave me. I love you remember I..." Franklin slammed the door loudly on her face. Her body trembled with shock, a tear slid down her cheeks. She stood there, frozen. The cold wind slapped her face but it couldn't compare to the chill that pierced her bones. Her fingers clutched the handle of her suitcase as if it could bring her back to a reality that had just been shattered. The rain began to fall, slowly at first,soft drizzles kissing her skin, mixing with the tears already streaming down her face.

And it kills me in a way the betrayal never did. Lauren slides her arm through mine at the worst possible moment, pressing against me, touching me too much, pretending she belongs there. I don’t even look at her. I don’t move. I can't even breathe. My whole attention is locked on Rhiannon. On the girl who broke me once and somehow keeps breaking me again without even trying.

they do come from the same timeline and cross into each other :) The reading order is as follows; Timber Alpha, Mated to Brianna, Mylo (Add to length of Timber Alpha), Alpha Heirs (coming in fall) Find my group on F******k for updates, general discussions, and reading orders. I'd love to see who you all picture for the characters, hear who you love, who you hate, and who you love to hate! I'm always interested in feedback so I can help my books continue to be what you truly love to read. "GoodNovel - Marie Night - Readers"

She lifted the device high, fingers trembling, and pressed every button at once. The screen flared, then shattered in her hand like glass. The Core convulsed. The towers screamed—voices cascading into chaos, billions of memories unraveling at once. The plain of light ruptured, breaking apart into rivers that dissolved into nothing. The rewritten staggered, their faces unraveling, scattering into sparks. The massive tower of Emma’s selves shattered last, her own younger faces dissolving into streaks of light that rose like fireflies, vanishing into the collapsing horizon.

She grasps onto my hands, looking intently down at it after breaking her stare. “Your future bleeds, child. So much blood…so many deaths.” “That's all!? I'm already used to spilling blood.” I say in a growly tone, admitting the truth of my reality. She shakes her head, breathing in hard. “There'll be regret. I see you wallowing in it. It's going to push you to act rashly. You'll hurt the one you love most, but it'll be too late before you realize it.” That was the moment I pulled my hand away from her sharply as if it burned. “What are you talking about!? I don't fucking love anyone.”

I don't want anything to do with him—especially not after this. A sharp exhale escapes me as I slip deeper under the covers, my mind buzzing. Should I dye my hair? I sigh. Fuck him. My frustration faded into exhaustion, and before I know it, sleep steals me away. --- Glass crunches beneath my skin. At first, I don't feel the pain—just the cold shock of the floor against my cheek, the coppery scent of blood in the air. Then the burn spreads, sharp and cruel, as I'm dragged across the shattered remains of plates and glasses, my skin splitting with every inch.