Shattered Series Book Novels & Stories

His eyes were lit with amusement as he catalogued each injury that he saw, enjoying my suffering. Game on, asshat. ----- This is a continuation of the original Fated series, so I do suggest reading those as well for the full context. This book is the first of the next generation books. The previous books are: - Fated Rejection – Fated Claim (Book 1) - Fated Soul – Fated Light (Book 2) - Fated Power – Fated Destiny (Book 3) The previous books in the Dark Moon series (Cross-over series) are:

"The journal mentions 'The Shattering.' It says after her final bond was formed, her mates changed. Became. aggressive. Possessive. And then they attacked her." "The Shattering?" Kai repeated, his mind already working, putting together bits of forbidden information. "I've only heard rumors it exists. A theoretical bond rejection extreme, perhaps? But not. fated murder." "It's not rejection," Rhea corrected, her eyes running over the intricate script. "It says the bond intensified, obsessed them. Warped their protective instincts into something ugly. They couldn't bear to share her, even with each other. They wanted her for themselves alone, and when they couldn't have that, they decided that

That’s what I’d told her. That’s what I believed. And yet now… every time I touched someone else, I felt like I was the one shattering. I buried my face in my hands and let out a guttural noise, somewhere between a laugh and a curse. Fuck. What the hell was happening to me? I used to be stone. Unshakable. Unfazed. But one broken girl with haunted eyes and her father’s cursed blood was unraveling me thread by thread. And the worst part?

I wanted to be your partner, not your project. He turned the page. You made me feel beautiful and broken at the same time. And that contradiction lived in me like wildfire." Page after page, her voice bleed through. Raw. Honest. Forgiving in some places. Devastating in others. By the time she was finished, Killian was holding the book with white knuckles. If you ever find your way back to me, I won't make it easy. Because love shouldn't be easy. But if you're still willing to fight. then maybe we have a chance."

Denton, Shay and some meathead guards stood over my beautiful, fragile Cherish’s body. She was almost naked, blood covered her face and chest from a cut on her head. Her arm appeared to be broken. Her black leggings were thankfully still on though her chest and ribcage had several burn marks from the cattle prod. I have never felt rage like it. Not even in battle had I ever wanted to kill anyone more. My jaws immediately clamped onto Shay’s neck, his tattoos coming away in my jaws spurting blood across the room. Killian started brawling with the guard, wrenching the cattle prod from his hands with his jaws.

All it took was some kind words to get this book to where it is now and that's why I keep on saying, I LOVE Y'ALL I know that I once completed this book before having written only twenty chapters but y'all still stayed for more when I decided to prolong it and that meant a lot I can't believe we've come this far and it's all thanks to all of you The book is now almost coming to an end Will Andrea finally get her wish to be unshattered or will it all end up with her being shattered instead. Stay tuned to find out . Once again, I love y'all 🥲💞💞😩

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

Only this time the broken thing was not a vase, not a toy, it was his life. Sitting beside him, she reached for a handkerchief on the nightstand and wiped at his cheeks. Her heart shattered at the sight of him–this proud, stubborn man reduced to a trembling boy again all for one useless woman. “You are my strong boy,” she murmured gently, cupping his jaw. “Don’t think about it. Yulia doesn’t even deserve your tears.” Franklin gave a dry laugh, bitter. “I’m not even thinking about Yulia,” he confessed, ruffling his hair, “If I felt this betrayed, this gutted, then I wonder how Thalia must have felt when I…when I threw the divorce papers at her face.”

Chapter Forty Nine Rachel sat in her apartment, her mind racing with Vanessa's words: Be smart. Look for the cracks. Ruin her first. If there was one thing Rachel had learned in her chaotic, love-ridden life, it was that people rarely showed their true colors. Everybody had secrets, and she was determined to find Stephanie's.

She cried for the dreams that had been shattered, for the illusions that had been torn away, leaving her with nothing but a hollow emptiness. When the tears finally subsided, Elara was left with a heavy sense of resignation. She had to face the truth—Cassia was right. She would never truly be part of the family, no matter how hard she tried. She would always be an outsider, someone who didn’t quite fit.