Shatter Me Series Order With Novellas 소설 & 이야기

She grasps onto my hands, looking intently down at it after breaking her stare. “Your future bleeds, child. So much blood…so many deaths.” “That's all!? I'm already used to spilling blood.” I say in a growly tone, admitting the truth of my reality. She shakes her head, breathing in hard. “There'll be regret. I see you wallowing in it. It's going to push you to act rashly. You'll hurt the one you love most, but it'll be too late before you realize it.” That was the moment I pulled my hand away from her sharply as if it burned. “What are you talking about!? I don't fucking love anyone.”

Hello Readers! It's me again. I'm sorry if there's no new chapter as of the moment. My team and I have decided to work on the novels individually so we will be releasing mass updates for each of the novels under my name. We will be starting with Reborn, to be followed by Wonderings, and then Shards of Time and finally, Until Then. It was difficult to release the chapters all together and in such a rush. We hope to give you quality chapters for each of these novels so please once again I ask for your understanding.

But she's strong, she's an Alpha and a Lycan at that. " I have started working on your release. A healer is working on preparing an antidote that would break the chains so you can be free.." Richard replied. Isabella said nothing else. She felt a ray of hope in those words. She wished she could live to see the day that antidote would arrive. If Lukas confronts her at this point, she knows she would fall before him like a weakling. Infact, the weakest of the warriors would defeat her in her present state.

I crawled toward the laptop, heart pounding. Damien stepped through the smoke. His gun raised. His eyes locked onto me. He wasn’t sending men anymore. He had come himself. “Give me the drive,” he said, his voice calm. I gritted my teeth. “No.” He sighed. “You never learn.” His gun fired. I dove. Pain ripped through my side. But I didn’t stop. I slammed my hand down— The screen flashed. **Broadcasting…** Damien’s face turned to pure rage. “What did you do?”

The air in the city had a new kind of energy—a sense of renewal and possibility that Elara hadn’t felt in years. The storm that had torn through her life, uprooting everything she thought she knew, had finally passed. And now, in its wake, she stood at the precipice of a fresh start. The weight of Cassia’s betrayal no longer held her down, and the bitterness that had once consumed her had begun to fade, leaving in its place something unexpected: hope.

I would pack Luna’s things and mine, leave this city, run my business remotely, and leave the house that still smelled like Mark, leave the woman who had quietly taken my place in my daughter’s stories and my damn husband’s bed. I will go for a clean break. A new start somewhere the neighbors didn’t know my shame. And right now, just one reckless night with the man who looked at me like I was worth ruining for… it didn’t feel like betrayal anymore. It felt like survival. I lifted my chin, met his gaze, and let another tear fall on purpose. “Yes,” I whispered. “It is.” The words barely left my mouth before I moved. I grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and pulled him down hard. My mo

Christian is talking with Chana near my locker I walked to my locker and opened it "Oh the pathetic girl is looking for attention." Chana said and I just rolled my eyes "Christian, we're still going to watch movie right?" She asked with a high pitch voice "Yeah." Christian said and I just shrugged not caring even my heart wanting to punch Chana in the face and just smacked her nose. I walked pass them with the book in my hand complete hurt inside. Yes yes I'm hurt, I know I can hide it too well.

Novah's POV The silence after the shattering crash was different. Thicker, charged. Porcelain dust hung in the weak morning light filtering through the heavy blue drapes, catching on motes like fractured stars. Novah stood amidst the wreckage of the tray, the bowl, the candlestick, her chest heaving. The raw power that had surged through her moments before still thrummed in her veins, a low, insistent vibration beneath her skin, like a plucked bass string. It wasn't just adrenaline; it was *her*. Her wolf, coiled and watchful, its fury momentarily sated by the act of destruction. Not against a person, but against the memory, the helplessness Nick represented.

"Please, he needs you by his side." Thalia shook her head, her chest rose and fell rapidly, her heartbeat loud in her ears. Franklin's name struck her heart like a dagger twisted mercilessly. Her mind spun, replaying flashes of memory she had buried: his betrayal, the fake affection, the bitter taste of abandonment. The cold expression when he handed her the divorce papers. The night he shattered her world and left her bleeding in the dark, unloved, unwanted. Her hands trembled, and she backed away a step, as if distance could shield her from the weight of Delilah’s plea. Her voice was barely a whisper.