Shatter Me Series Spice Level Novels & Stories

"You left those rules out of the contract." "I didn't think I had to specify elementary human sense. Apparently, I made an error." The insult cut deeper than it ought to have. I put my spoon deliberately into my lap, fighting the urge to hurl it at his perfect, emotionless face. "Anything else I should know?" I snarled through my teeth.

My release came fast, my breath shallow, heart racing. Then my eyes opened. The fantasy shattered. Keisha’s hazel gaze met mine, full of raw lust, all I could feel was disgust. My stomach churned, and bile stung the back of my throat.

Not with control. With messiness . With memory. With the taste of tea and the ache of love and the starlight in the Child’s tears. The core cracks . Axiom howls, reaching for us as the first fissures race up their pristine robes. "No! You’ve ruined it—" The shattering takes them first. Their perfect body explodes into prismatic shards, dissolving midair. The core follows, its pulse stuttering, the Scorch-wave freezing mid-expansion.

“Surprised to see it's so huge?” His question drags me away from my thoughts. I steel myself and give him a daring smile. I want to retort with words, but I would rather do it with my hands. Holding his eyes, I spit over the length, trying to put into practice all I've read in books…and seen in X-rated movies. “Fuck!” Shark groans. Breathes. Hard. The drool splatters over his tip, almost sliding down my knuckle. Breath hitching from the vibrations going off in my core, I catch the liquid and spread it around his girth, like jam to bread. I let it sink into his skin, nice and slow.

"On the day your sister got engaged, I made a rare trip home… and then happened to meet you. And then we… well…" He coughed softly, trying to hide his embarrassment. But I was too stunned by the dramatic revelation to react. I had heard rumors about the unloved firstborn vampire prince in my previous life, but I never imagined I'd be tied to him. Everything was happening too fast. I hadn't even caught up when a sharp pain tore through my abdomen. I clutched his arm tightly. "Oh no… I'm going into labor—now…"

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

His rhythm broke as he shook, jerking before I felt hot liquid fill me. Caspian roared back and I felt a second wave of pleasure. I no longer knew if it was mine or Caspian’s. Either way, we both were drowning in each other. Dark spots filled my vision. It was too much. The sensations were too much. There was a tight snap and a shock to my system as I felt like my soul shattered, but slammed together at the same time. Not only that, but there was a sharp pain that resonated in my chest. My hand came up shakily, brushing his cheek. He smiled down at me, shaking his head.

Fast-paced heavy metal-type chords thump my veins, the live sound of the music taking my breath away. My queue to come in is signaled by London who lets out a deep roar. Being a call-and-response song it was by far one of my favorites from Crash Course Rebellion and now I get to live it. I sing the melody, Jackie is in harmony and London's note is a growl. ~ "I can't fight it!" London and Jackie:"I can't fight it!" "There's a feeling deep inside when I look into the eyes of the monster!" "I see through it!" London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!"

The crystal warmed on my chest, pulled from the box, its hum syncing with our gasps. Climax crashed—hers first, walls milking me, my cum spilling hot inside her. But as we peaked, the crystal shattered with a crack like thunder, shards flying. A wail filled the room, spectral—Mira, solidifying from mist, eyes wild. 'Forgive... protect...'

That heat wasn’t just shame. It was me. And fuck, I can’t wait to drag every sound out of her throat, to fill her so deep she forgets her own name…until she’s trembling, shattered, and breaking apart under me where she belongs.