Shatter Me Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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. .

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?

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

“Because I want to fall apart for you. Because I can’t take it anymore and I don’t want to unless you’re the one who breaks me.” Silence. The room spun, I was holding on by threads. And then, like she was granting life itself, she whispered, “You can cum.” I shattered. Everything inside me detonated at once. My back arched as I cried out, louder than I meant to, sobbing her name. Cum splashed across my stomach, my hand, the floor. I couldn’t stop shaking. My body jerked through the waves of release, violent, overwhelming, like it had been building for years, not minutes.

I stared down at my shoes, trying to keep the tears at bay. Four days it has been, four days without me walking down the hallway, or the cafeteria without receiving cringe stares from people. And I could most likely guess why? Of course, everyone had seen the video about me and Jace. Plus, they was also a sticker of me on every locker for those who couldn't access their phones, with a pink text on it... Dashlingslut. It even became my nickname. Soon, I stopped talking, skipped lunch, took the long way to every class, and my phone stayed off. I cried in the bathroom once, just once, but that was enough. That night, I stared at myself in the mirror and didn’t recognize the girl looking back.

“Arrghhhhhhhh,” I scream into my pillow as I talk to Dawn, Lala, and Bethany on a W******p group call. “What if I never see him again?” He was so... Ay. Ay. Ay... drop dead goooorrggggg... Those dirty, sinful thoughts alone soaked my panties. “Yessss! My girl is back in the game like she never left! New highlights, lips glossed, and the universe trembling!" Lala shouts.

"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

"If you are her." Seraphina could not speak. Could not move. "Because if you are," he said. "Then I have spent three years grieving a woman I threw away for a lie. And I do not think I can survive finding out I was right." "Damien." The name slipped out before she could catch it. Not Mr. Cross. Damien. His face broke. "Open the door." Her hand was already moving. She watched it move as if from a very long distance. She slid the chain off. Stepped back.

Other days, it was like she couldn't stand to be anywhere near me. "You know she's going through a lot," Candy told me one day as she sat by my bed, helping me exercise my arms. "I know you have, too... but you had a lot more warning. When you finally came back, she stayed in your room with her hopes high as a kite, just waiting for her prince to wake up so the two of you could have your fairytale ending. After all of that, just to have to give you up, she's... I'd say she's pretty damn close to shattered. I nodded, wincing as she rotated my shoulder. It was still very sensitive after I'd been shot. "I understand," I grunted. I had learned how to talk again, but it was a hell of an effort ea

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.