Shattered Series Book Novels & Stories

“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.

Chapter 56: On a Throne Of Blood and Shadow The moment my fingertips skimmed the surface of the book, the world crumbled. I wasn’t falling. I wasn’t flying. I was unraveling. A million shards of reality shattered around me, warping, folding in on themselves, each with a flickering image—glimpses of things that were, things that could be, things that never were. And at the center of it all—

While his body was ripped into pieces and no place in the library was free of blood. "Mike." I said barely above a whisper while tears kept on falling from eyes. My whole world had shattered into pieces and dust. *** Keep reading the book for more awaited fun especially in the next chapter. Love, EemanFaisal25

And now I am standing in the wreckage of that loyalty, watching her try to rewrite it. She steps forward, her eyes wide, her mouth trembling. “Fiona, you have it all wrong. It’s not what you think~” I laugh. It’s a brittle, hollow sound that feels like glass cracking in my throat. “Why do people always say that? Every damn fucking time. First Edward, now you. You always say it’s not what I think, when it’s exactly what I think. It’s exactly what it looks like. You hurt me. You hurt our friend group. You shattered something that mattered.”

I stared at the file, a war between fury and fatigue rising in me. “She didn’t just steal my husband. She stole my peace.” Lucas nodded. “Then take it back.” That night, I sat on my balcony, stars scattered across the sky like secrets. Sophie Lane had disappeared. But not for long. This wasn’t about revenge anymore. It was about closure. About justice. About ensuring no one else got hurt the way I did. Because in the end, Shattered Vows wasn’t just the title of my story. It was a warning.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

Those were the nights I felt the safeties, the most secure. Yet my heart isn’t here anymore. I feel so numb to the world around me. I’m terrified most days to even open the blinds. I’m scared to look in the mirror. I can feel the difference inside of me. I am broken. The days are endless filled with fear and pain that break me in every way. I curl in a ball on the bed and cry. I can’t help the pain. I know I shouldn’t feel like a whiny bitch. I’m not the woman he killed. I’m just the woman he tortured. The woman he got off too multiple times a day. It replays in my mind over and over again. I know none of this is really my fault, I know I shouldn’t be allowing this to break me. But honestly,

A stern look set across his face, eyes dark and angry. "I said you will not read this stupid fucking book," he commanded while grabbing the book from the middle and tearing it in two. Tears ran down her eyes as she watched him rip the book into countless pieces. It seemed he had lost his sanity. Asher shredded the book into several tiny pieces. If only he could also shred his past like this. This book had triggered a deep-buried fear within him. He looked at her after he was done tearing up her book beyond repair.

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

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.