Shatter Me Series Order With Novellas Novels & Stories

Clara's POV The absolute, ironclad reality of Mark’s threat didn't just hurt; it shattered whatever fragile remains of my spirit I had managed to scrape together. When he finally pulled his hand from my jawbone and strode upstairs to scrub my presence off his skin in the master shower, I didn't move. I remained pinned against the cold kitchen wall, my shoulder blades pressed flat against the drywall, my lungs gasping for air that felt thin, sharp, and stripped of oxygen.

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This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

This is the first in the insanity Series dealing with the Watson's and the two characters of Max and Deanna. The Second book is now out on Goodnovel. The name of it is Weathering the Storm. it continues where this book left off. The third will be released on November 1st, 2020 and it is called Breaking the eye wall. A tie in series will be released in December called The nightmare begins. All books will be released on Barnes and noble .com as well by the end of the year. I truly hope you enjoyed the books and will continue to read my writing. Reviews are always welcome and I love hearing from you.

I felt caged, like I was living a life I could not escape from. “This isn’t the way,” Hannah repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Enzo released my wrists slowly, and I collapsed onto the floor, my knees sinking into the carpet. I stared at the broken necklace glittering among the debris, its beauty was now tainted by the chaos around it. And for the first time, I hated myself too.

Because in that moment, we weren’t broken. We were whole. And this was just the beginning of our new dawn. THE END THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

Lyra shouted back, “Then break the rules!” Their bond—sealed in fire and moonlight—ignited between them. Power erupted in a wave of gold and crimson, light searing the darkness. The Gate’s voice cracked. Stone collapsed. Reality trembled. And then— Silence. A single pulse echoed through the world. Not of pain. But of acceptance. The Gate shattered. And Lyra and Kael fell— Not into death— But back into the world. ⸻ Forest of the Hollowed Ones Lyra gasped as air filled her lungs.

"Seven... six... five..." Sophia had taken everything. "Four... three... two..." Now, Isabella Torrino was going to die. "One. Detonate!" A massive explosion lit up the distant sky, a fireball roaring into the night. I stared at the flames, and for the first time, I didn't cry. Isabella Torrino was dead. And a new woman was born from her ashes. —————— Vincent's POV I walked into the mansion at 10:30 p.m. to the sound of a maid's piercing scream from upstairs.

The Devil You Know I spent the night in a cheap motel on the edge of the city, counting water stains on the ceiling and trying not to think about Richard's hand on my throat. Trying. Failing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—both versions. The Richard from five years in the future, choking the life out of me with cold efficiency. And this Richard, younger but no less dangerous, who looked at me like I was a puzzle he intended to solve by breaking me into pieces.

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.