Novel & Cerita Shatter Me Tv Show

"What I saw this evening really break me. You broke my heart...No you broke me...I'm broken Kareem! I'm sorry I can't live with a person who don't value my existence" "Maryam please listen to me at least. I don't even remember exactly what happened!" "You were drunk aren't you? You promised me Kareem! You promised me you won't take drugs or drink again! You do....and what will even happened if I listen to you now?...what happened between us will it change? No it won't...nothing can ever change what's between us... It over Kareem and it's late already" "You're now free...you're free to finally be with your one and only safeenah who has been dead but still into your system" she said and went o

-Karen- “I warned you- Did you think I was going to simply forgive you for the things you’ve done to me?” I asked as I stepped closer to her. “Hate me all you want. But in the end, you failed to break me- You failed to end me- Plainly put, you completely failed. Soul Shatter!” I yelled, punching directly through her soul. As soon as my fist touched her, she shattered like glass and faded away forever.

I had no faith in myself, I found everything I began to cherish tearing into fragments. “I shattered our home. I am so sorry… Please forgive me!” My home was falling apart with my own hands. I became the reason behind my darkness and I kept wailing at my own fault. “Don’t say this, Vincent, what broke-” Tears were rolling down, my breaths were suffocating me. Searching for my redemption, I gained ravage. “Our fucking home! Our marriage, that is what shattered because of my demeanor!” I whisper-yelled. Failing to conceal my tears, removing my hand and looking at the ground.

Her new boss was Grayson fucking Cross. The man who'd destroyed her. The man who'd made a bet to break her heart. The man who'd taken everything from her and didn't even know it. And he was staring at her with the same shock that was currently ripping through her chest like a bullet. "Shayla?" His voice was rough, disbelieving, like he'd seen a ghost. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything but stand there, frozen, as every carefully constructed wall she'd built over the last seven years shattered into a million irreparable pieces.

“Shut up! Shut up before I rip your throat out!” Maeve’s voice broke behind me, raw and desperate. “Carson, please… please choose me.” I looked down at her, her face pale, her body weak, her eyes still shining silver with love even through the tears. She was everything. My mate. My soul. My breath. And then I looked at him. Smiling through his blood, waiting for me to fall. With a roar, I slashed downward — and Maeve screamed as the bond shattered hot and violent, and blood sprayed across both of us.

Her voice cracked on the last words, and she pressed her hand against her chest as if trying to hold herself together. But deep down, she knew. Zach wasn’t coming. Not like this. Not ever. The thought made her want to scream. She staggered into the small kitchen of the hideout and grabbed a glass from the sink, hurling it against the wall. It shattered into tiny pieces, scattering across the floor. The sound echoed through the house, sharp and final. Her chest heaved as she stared at the broken shards. That was her life now—splintered, ruined, and impossible to put back together.

Then, Max was jerking away from me. “What – oh fuck,” I looked across the room to see that the brand spanking new TV that Maximus had purchased for our date, was shattered. And it wasn’t just shattered, it was destroyed. As if someone had punched it into the wall repeatedly. I looked back at Max. “Did I do that?” I squeaked. “I think we did,” Max said slowly.

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

I crawl onto my bed and kicking off my shoes. I pull myself in a small ball on the bed. My heart feels as empty as this apartment, surrounded by the remnants of my shattered heart. Tears streams down my cheeks, leaving behind a trail of heartache and despair. I grab my phone and dial Shane. I need him to shout at me. "Hey, girl." I fight back the tears as Shane picks up. "Shane." "What happened? Did that mother fucker do something to hurt you. I'll kill him, I swear."

I didn’t faint. I shattered.