Novel & Cerita Shatter Me Series

Catrina shouted. My stomach plunged as she outed not only my fated bond to Billie, but also our break-up. All eyes were indefinitely on me now, all unspoken questions echoed by Catrina’s accusations, and I didn’t like it. David and Colt had begun transforming; behind me, so did Billie. The world was closing in on me with more human voices to feed the chorus.

"The journal mentions 'The Shattering.' It says after her final bond was formed, her mates changed. Became. aggressive. Possessive. And then they attacked her." "The Shattering?" Kai repeated, his mind already working, putting together bits of forbidden information. "I've only heard rumors it exists. A theoretical bond rejection extreme, perhaps? But not. fated murder." "It's not rejection," Rhea corrected, her eyes running over the intricate script. "It says the bond intensified, obsessed them. Warped their protective instincts into something ugly. They couldn't bear to share her, even with each other. They wanted her for themselves alone, and when they couldn't have that, they decided that

"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

“That’s impossible.” His eyes locked on hers, unreadable, but sharp enough to cut. “Then someone wants me to believe otherwise.” And with that, the glass between them shattered not in a burst, but in a slow, deadly crack that promised the next chapter would draw blood. .

“C,um for me, baby. I want to see you unravel around my fingers.” The combination of his fingers and dirty words drew me toward the edge. I felt the pressure build and build in my head—until I snapped. My thighs quavered as a mind-shattering orga,sm tore through me. I closed my eyes and clung to him. “Alec!” He held me through it, pressed kisses to my temple as I trembled in his arms. “That’s it,” he murmured. “So beautiful when you shatter for me.” My breath came in shallow pants.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

He paused, watching her closely, as if weighing whether or not she'd bolt. "So I pushed you away. I told myself I was protecting you, but really, I was protecting myself. From being revealed. From being open. From letting anyone know how fucking scared I was." A breath stuck in Isla's throat. Her fingers tightened around her cup. Killian continued, his voice softer now. "I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered."

“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.”

Adyant had dropped the call and with that Veda was again left alone in the world of colors and darkness. Veda stood frozen, her phone still pressed to her ear. The woman's voice haunted her. "Adyant, baby...". Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. The echoes of her broken heart lingered in the darkest of the night as moon faded away in the veil of clouds, leaving only whispers of ruin and a tale of shattered heart behind. She felt cheap. Used. A mere convenience for Adyant. The art studio, once her sanctuary, now seemed suffocating and dark.

Liam stood nearby, silent, unreadable. "Come," Ella said softly, guiding me to the couch. "I'm sorry. Was I shouting too much?" I tried to smile, to ease her guilt. But it came out twisted, hollow. "It wasn't your shouting," I said, my voice weak. "It was the glass. When it shattered, it... brought something back." "Oh, dear." Her hand closed gently over mine, trying to steady the tremble. "Here," Liam said quietly, offering me a glass of water. I stared at him for a moment, surprised. Then I took it. The cold water slid down my throat and seemed to calm the storm in me, at least for now.