Shatter Me Series Novels & Stories

“You’re nothing to me now.” The room fell silent as the weight of Adrian’s words settled over them. Cassia’s face crumpled, her tears falling as she realized that her world was crumbling around her. Everything she had worked so hard to build—her marriage, her reputation, her life—was falling apart, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Elara watched with satisfaction as Cassia’s perfect world came crashing down. The sister who had taken everything from her was finally paying the price for her lies and deceit.

“Sophia, there's no house without issue, there's no perfect family, we just need courage to overcome the challenges and pass through the phase, stop overreacting” Sophia's tears continued to fall, her voice trembling with a mix of sorrow and anger. “I thought I could trust James. I thought we had something real. But now, looking back, I see that everything was built on lies and betrayal. It’s about the fact that he took everything I believed in and tore it apart.”

I shook my head and took a deep breath while rubbing my chest. "Relax, Monika... Ryan loves you and nothing can separate you from him. Relax." I muttered and poured water into a glass from a jug. My hands were shivering. After drinking water, I extended my hand to keep it on the table, but it slipped from my hand. I closed my eyes when the loud smashing sound of glass hit my eardrums. It was like it was replicating my situation. I'm just shattered like that broken glass and everything is falling apart from my hand. Maybe I have moved on with Ryan, but past trauma still haunts me and is snatching my happiness. There is a fear in my heart that the house I built with Ryan is made of glass, whic

I didn’t lose control. I was calm. Honest. Brutal. When the interview aired, it trended for two days straight. #ShatteredVows exploded online. People rallied behind me. Women shared their own stories. Victims of power, gaslighting, betrayal. For the first time in months, I felt like I wasn’t alone. That night, Noah slept soundly for the first time. And I cried quietly in the bathroom, clutching the sink, releasing every ounce of pain I’d buried.

Just before the bomb exploded, I closed my eyes in despair and sent one final message through mind-link. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I hereby sever my Mate Bond with you." And with that, I cut the mind-link.

The part I abandoned for a fantasy called love. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “That doesn’t cut it!” she roars. Suddenly, the room explodes—literally shatters—as if the world around us were glass. Shards of memory, regret, and pain swirl in the air, slicing into us like razors. I cry out as a sharp edge cuts across my cheek, another across my shoulder. Blood spills, warm and wet, but she doesn’t flinch. She stands in the storm of our broken past, screaming.

The walls flickered—now Damon's chamber, now the council chamber, now the cell where I first saw my blood on chains, now the garden where the flowers stopped blooming when I stopped believing. Every version of me watched me fall. “Let me back in,” she said, voice cracking into something almost pleading. “Let me in before it’s too late.” But her eyes—those endless black holes—widened, and suddenly her form began to tear. Ripping at the seams. Smoke bleeding from her mouth. Something wrong pulling her apart. “I—can’t—hold—on—” she wheezed. And then she shattered. Like glass. I screamed. And woke up to silence.

The Shatter Trial In the space of one breath, Ava was ripped from the battlefield—dragged through the rift into a hollow reflection of herself. She landed hard on black glass. Her mirror-self stood at the center, arms open. “This is where I win,” she said softly. “Where you break. Where your threads tear.” And behind her— The soul-threads glowed. All five. Cut. Burning. Dying. Ava dropped to her knees. “No,” she whispered. “This isn’t real.”

Ruin me again? Did Anthony still have the power to ruin me? As much as I didn’t want to believe it, the truth was… yes. He did. One look, one careless word, one reminder of what we used to be, and I was back at square one. A teenage girl with her heart cracked open and no shield to protect it. He didn’t even have to try. He just existed, and I unraveled. But was I going to let him ruin me again? Absolutely No. I wasn’t going to give him that power. Not this time. I’d built myself up from ashes before, brick by brick, scar by scar. I had clawed my way back into the sport, into myself. He didn’t get to take that from me again.

"I've been trying to get her to come clean, but she refused and even threatened me, warning that I'd pay dearly if I ever revealed this. I just couldn't stand by and watch her deceive the Greene family anymore, though, so I've chosen to reveal the matter publicly through this livestream." I noticed that the comment section in the livestream was filled with scorn directed at me. In no time, the whole thing went viral and landed on the trending topics online, and I was instantly stigmatized with labels such as "manipulative gold-digger who tried to trap a man with a baby" and "slut". In the past couple of days, numerous people had been coming to my place to deface my residence with paint and s