Shatter Me Series Order With Novellas Novels & Stories

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.

A promise of violence. "Say it again," he whispered in my ear. "Give me a reason." I should have stayed quiet. Should have been the obedient, broken thing he expected. Instead, I smiled. "Monster. Coward. Heartless bastard. Is that enough reason?" His grip tightened. Black spots danced across my vision. Somewhere far away, Lila was screaming, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. This was it, then. This was how I died. Strangled by the man I loved, in front of the sister who betrayed me.

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.

“It doesn't matter. We don't have a choice. It just...happens.” I shivered. “But when I saw you, I didn't have flashes of the future.” “I did.” The way Nathan said it made it sound like that's all that matters. “I don't know anything about how this is supposed to work. Nothing like this has ever happened before, so I don't know how it's supposed to happen.” I stepped back and landed on the hard bed. I felt my world shattering around me. My whole world was already spelled out for me.

He had seen it in her three times in three years and each time it had ended with broken glass or a screaming match or him leaving to sleep at the office. "Say that again," she said quietly. "I never promised you anything, Vanessa. I let you into my life because I was broken and you were there. That is not a promise. That is convenience." Her eyes welled. He did not care. "Damien. What is happening to you?" "I do not know. I am finding out." She stared at him for a long moment. Then she wiped her eyes, squared her shoulders, and walked out. As she left, she said one thing over her shoulder, so quietly he almost missed it.

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.