Shatter Me Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

everything shattered. Anaya POV : Nowadays I only cried on my fate , miseries . I wish sheryaar you believed me for once. the front door opened and shehryaar entered with a woman. more tears started to gather in my eyes .i was like someone continuously punching my heart with so brutality . ' stop anaya ,, maybe she will be someone else '. but the way he hold her hand , walking with her.

****** 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.

I crawl onto my bed and kicking off my shoes. I pull myself in a small ball on the bed. My heart feels as empty as this apartment, surrounded by the remnants of my shattered heart. Tears streams down my cheeks, leaving behind a trail of heartache and despair. I grab my phone and dial Shane. I need him to shout at me. "Hey, girl." I fight back the tears as Shane picks up. "Shane." "What happened? Did that mother fucker do something to hurt you. I'll kill him, I swear."

"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?"

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.

Only the broken, shattered boy she left behind remains. "Because you destroyed me, Amber!" I scream, tears finally spilling over my lashes as I step closer, completely ignoring the danger. "Because you made me love you more than life itself, you gave me your heart, and then you fucking disappeared into thin air like I meant nothing to you! You shattered me into a million pieces and acted like I never existed.” *** Amber’s P.O.V. My plan worked. He finally broke. He finally spilt the truth. But what the fuck is he talking about?

"you are mine Gracie... your fears, tears.... I'm going to completely shatter you until you know nothing else but my name " "You got all you wanted, you got your revenge, you'veruined me... my life... I'll never live a normal life... I'll always have nightmares of you,..you already took so many of years.... I will never be able to get them back ....you won Hayden, I'm already shattered, you should be satisfied " I whispered staring into his searing gaze. "But I'm not. not even close " Next thing I was flattened between him and the wall, he didn't stop until I was pressed against the hard muscles of his chest.

They still did. “Mirrie,” he said, his voice coming out harsh and hard as he remembered how madly in love with her he’d been. “Fucking talk.” She nodded, looked away again. “I know, Shane. I’m just – I don’t know where to start.” “Start with telling me who beat the hell out of you,” he said. “Who tried to kill you.” “Yeah.” She took a sip of sweet black coffee for courage. “That was The Fallen Angels.”

That heat wasn’t just shame. It was me. And fuck, I can’t wait to drag every sound out of her throat, to fill her so deep she forgets her own name…until she’s trembling, shattered, and breaking apart under me where she belongs.

But I ruined it. Again. And now I’m here. Alone. In my damn office. Drenched in moonlight and whiskey fumes. Surrounded by broken bottles and broken promises. Another crash. The crystal shatters against the wall, amber liquid dripping like blood down the paint. I don’t even flinch. My body’s still buzzing from her. My head’s still filled with the sound of her breath, her whimpers, the way she said my name like she hated herself for wanting it.