Shatter Me Series Novels & Stories

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."

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

I reply, stepping closer, “I am.” She moves first. Too fast for a human. But not fast enough for me. I catch her wrist. Twist. Feel the illusion strain. Crack. “You’re just a fragment,” I say quietly. “Let’s see how long you last.” Her other hand comes up power flaring but I’m already done. My energy surges. It slices through her. But whatever thread is holding this version of her together and just like that she shatters. Not into blood. Not into pieces.

The crystal warmed on my chest, pulled from the box, its hum syncing with our gasps. Climax crashed—hers first, walls milking me, my cum spilling hot inside her. But as we peaked, the crystal shattered with a crack like thunder, shards flying. A wail filled the room, spectral—Mira, solidifying from mist, eyes wild. 'Forgive... protect...'

-Karen- “I warned you- Did you think I was going to simply forgive you for the things you’ve done to me?” I asked as I stepped closer to her. “Hate me all you want. But in the end, you failed to break me- You failed to end me- Plainly put, you completely failed. Soul Shatter!” I yelled, punching directly through her soul. As soon as my fist touched her, she shattered like glass and faded away forever.

I didn’t faint. I shattered.

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

"What's wrong with my face? Am I not beautiful enough?" Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the shattered remnants of a life once filled with love and laughter. The shattered glass and twisted metal served as cruel reminders of the wreckage left behind by a love that had soured. The room, once a sanctuary, now mirrored the chaos and devastation that consumed her soul. Her voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Look at this room! Look at what you've done to me!" she shouted, her voice carrying the weight of her shattered dreams. "How could you do this to me, Kendrick? How could you choose her over me?"

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Broken and Listening Sera pov The voices filtered through the haze of medication like radio stations cutting in and out. Male. Deep. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache even through the fog of painkillers. Aiden. My mate. The one who didn't want me.

My voice cracked into yells, screams, curses I didn’t even know I had in me. He didn’t stop. He didn’t soften. He drove me harder, like he wanted to brand me into this glass, like he wanted me to never forget how he looked when I shattered under him. And I let him. I gave him everything. My voice. My tears. My shame. My need. I was undone, shameless, shaking and pleading for more even when my body was splintering apart. When I broke, it was catastrophic. I screamed, clawed, sobbed, my body collapsing against him even as he kept going, wringing me dry. He held me there… against the mirror, against myself… until I was nothing but fragments in his hands.