Shatter Me Series Novels & Stories

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.

That’s what I’d told her. That’s what I believed. And yet now… every time I touched someone else, I felt like I was the one shattering. I buried my face in my hands and let out a guttural noise, somewhere between a laugh and a curse. Fuck. What the hell was happening to me? I used to be stone. Unshakable. Unfazed. But one broken girl with haunted eyes and her father’s cursed blood was unraveling me thread by thread. And the worst part?

The faces of Ash, Ronan, Miles fractured, splintering into a thousand tiny reflections before bursting apart completely. I lunged forward, every muscle tearing, every breath burning, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. With one final roar, I shattered it. The world broke open… light searing, shards of shadow scattering like dying stars, and I fell forward into the abyss. My heart hammered against my ribs, blood rushing loud in my ears. Darkness swallowed me whole. But it was clean, honest darkness. Not theirs. Not broken. I was free.

She reached for the glass of wine that had been a source of solace, her hand trembling. With a forceful motion, Isabella hurled the glass towards the wall, a primal scream escaping her lips as the glass shattered into countless shards, scattering across the office floor like a constellation of broken dreams. The room echoed with the sound of destruction, a reflection of Isabella's shattered hopes and her own internal turmoil.

“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.

My phone rang and after seeing the caller, I picked up right away. Ares Anderson I thought my break up with Madeline was the worse thing that happened to me but I was wrong. Athena tore me into pieces and there's no way that I'm able to move on with life. She took a piece of me with her along with my soul. I was going insane. I became an alcohol addict in one night and I didn't even bother to go to work. My parents and grandma were so worried for me. I laughed all day repeating what she said.

Lies and deceit. I storm over to the table and slam my fists down on it causing it to split in two. My anger still not satisfied, I take the two broken halves and hurl them through the glass window. The two broken pieces fly off into the distance never to be seen again as the glass wall that makes up the front of my home shatters into pieces in front of me. How apt. A perfect depiction of my life right now. Another stupid mistake and now everything is shattering and falling to pieces around me. Again.

But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that every ounce of pain I’ve endured in my life has turned me into something sharp, something that bites back. He doesn’t know that I don’t just break, I shatter , and I take down whoever’s closest when I do. I feel the nausea curling tighter in my chest, but underneath it, something else bubbles: anger. No. Rage .

How jinxed could I possibly be. I reach underneath me and take off the heels and throw it to the corner, my legs feel like Jell-O. I stagger to my front and pick up a sandal. I sit on a chair by a makeup table and begin to remove the makeup off my face with a wipe. The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks so beaten and emotionally broken, I feel like a shadow of myself. When will it stop, when would all the misery end. I wish I could go back a month, when my life was still good, when I had not heard about the death of my brother or when I had not met Thelma.

****** Megan I heard the door slamming so hard that the walls and windows shook. I lifted my head and looked around, finding myself completely alone in that wonderful apartment that was exactly how I had imagined in my dreams how I wanted my home to be. Something inside me was broken, destroyed beyond repair. I fell to the ground and brought my knees to my chest, collapsing in a desperate cry while in front of my eyes, I saw nothing but the disappointed expression of Liam as I destroyed everything between us, I had disintegrated with my hands.