Shatter Me Series Spice Level Novels & Stories

Mint… and alcohol. That’s when the mental flood hit: my job, the fake marriage, his family, my family, Ibantos, the news, the blood, the dinner, the— “Charlotte, I love you so much.” And just like that, the moment shattered. If my situation wasn't a wake-up call, then his words absolutely did the job.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

His grip was unshakable. "Let go of me, Liam!" I snapped, breathless. "You're insane. He didn't flinch. Instead, he stared up at me with those eyes...those dark, unreadable eyes that always saw too much. "Look at you," he murmured. "Turning red just because i mentioned your little boyfriend's name." I twisted in his hold, trying to free myself, but it was useless. His hands didn't budge. My frustration reached its peak, and without thinking, I spat directly in his face.

Adam commented with a goofy grin, nudging the boys around him. “And you’re not so smart,” I replied, tossing his paper to him. He looked at the 85 at the top and shrugged. “Well, we can’t all be Olive,” he said, glancing in my direction. “Maybe... except Sara. She’s like the new you.” My expression flickered, just slightly. I didn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction of knowing how that line stung. Then I raised my voice, “Wait—I can’t find my own test script.”

Dalon “Oh yes, right there.” Jane moans. “Oh, that feels so good.” I tighten my grip on the bottle I am holding, causing the jelly liquid to spill over the top. “You can go a little harder, you know. You really have to get it in there.” I look up at the roof, praying for my thoughts to be purified. It is bad enough that she is only in her bikini, which is practically underwear. “I am really trying to keep my thoughts clean and not think anything inappropriate, but I am going to need you to shut up for me to do that.” I say through clenched teeth and Jane bursts out laughing.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

He burst into tears, shouting, "I’m not a bad kid! I didn’t lie! Miss Summers said it! She even gave me some butterscotch candies and told me not to tell anyone else. I even shared two pieces with Lily from next door!" The words struck like a hammer, leaving Julia speechless.

She wanted to be ruined, put back together, and ruined all over again. “You're looking at me like you want to kill me, Zara,” Chance growled, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated straight to her core. He shifted, his bare thigh brushing against hers, and the contact was like a spark to gasoline. “Or like you want to devour me.” “Shut up,” she hissed, her voice trembling with a toxic mix of fury and pure, pure lust. “Just… shut up and make me forget.” That was the exact moment the dam broke.

She redirected every drop of her multi-ply sovereign plasma, the golden majesty, the black-lined aura, and her own white-hot kinetic fire, into a single, needle-thin spike of pure, unrefined energy that didn't strike Garrett or Jasmine. ​She drove the spike straight down into the silver vial she was still holding against her chest, shattering the glass and forcing the remaining drops of the harvested core-blood to mix directly with the incandescent white fluid of the seventy-first tier. ​She didn't print a new line; she shattered the master manuscript.

“You should’ve protected her.” “I did,” Spencer hissed, stepping closer. “You failed.” The glass hit the wall. It shattered on impact. Pieces skittered across the floor. One shard bounced toward Liam’s foot. Spencer’s chest rose and fell quickly. His hands were shaking. “Get out,” he said again. But Liam didn’t look shaken. He just looked tired. “You want to hit me? Go ahead. You already took everything else. At least then something would feel real.” Silence fell between them.