Shatter Me Series In Order With Novellas Novels & Stories

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

"Seven... six... five..." Sophia had taken everything. "Four... three... two..." Now, Isabella Torrino was going to die. "One. Detonate!" A massive explosion lit up the distant sky, a fireball roaring into the night. I stared at the flames, and for the first time, I didn't cry. Isabella Torrino was dead. And a new woman was born from her ashes. —————— Vincent's POV I walked into the mansion at 10:30 p.m. to the sound of a maid's piercing scream from upstairs.

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

she said quietly, her voice filled with a promise that only she understood. And in that moment, as she stood on the balcony with Adrian, her plan set into motion, Elara knew that the time had come to unmask the betrayal that had shattered her life. She would make them pay, all of them—Cassia, Adrian, the Hawthornes. She would destroy them, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of the world they had built on the ruins of her happiness. And when it was over, when she had taken back everything that was rightfully hers, she would finally be free. Free from the pain, the anger, the darkness that had consumed her for so long.

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.

Breaking the Eye wall is now available on Amazon. Com along with the rest of the series. Across the desk and weathering the storm are also there. if you have just joined and read this book or have been here from the beginning it has been a ride to write these three stories. I absolutely did not plan for this or them to be what they turned out to be. Across the desk was supposed to be an erotic book that took a nasty turn and thr Insanity series was born. Max and Deanna have become a major part of me now. They will be back in the next book of the nightmare series.

Novah's POV The silence after the shattering crash was different. Thicker, charged. Porcelain dust hung in the weak morning light filtering through the heavy blue drapes, catching on motes like fractured stars. Novah stood amidst the wreckage of the tray, the bowl, the candlestick, her chest heaving. The raw power that had surged through her moments before still thrummed in her veins, a low, insistent vibration beneath her skin, like a plucked bass string. It wasn't just adrenaline; it was *her*. Her wolf, coiled and watchful, its fury momentarily sated by the act of destruction. Not against a person, but against the memory, the helplessness Nick represented.

The one thing I never expected was to do it alone, after being rejected by my mate. Upon allowing myself to think of the noble-blooded Beta Natasha and her cold blue eyes as she discarded my soul, Viktor howled painfully inside my skull. My scars seemed to set on fire and I had to drop to my knees and breathe it out. Running my hands through my light brown hair I try to focus on anything else. Four years and it still nearly kills me every time. Fuck. Fuck Natasha and every stupid notion about funking mate bonds.

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.

Lauren snatched the shard from my hand, her slender fingers trembling faintly under the sunlight. The moment she clearly made out the letters engraved on it, the once arrogant and imposing Miss Hayes suddenly found her breathing turning rapid.