Tahereh Mafi Shatter Me Series Novels & Stories

“But he wouldn’t listen. Now, he’s facing the consequences.” My stomach twisted as I recognized the speaker – MaPhiri, my former house helper. I had fired her after she tried to seduce me, and her advances were rebuffed. Anger flared within me as I listened to her venomous lies. “His obsession with Amahle was clear, and I knew it would end in disaster,” MaPhiri continued. “He manipulated her innocence, taking advantage of her youth and vulnerability.” I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles whitening. How dare she spread such malicious falsehoods?

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.

No, not yet. Mae reached out in the vision, her body shaking with awe and fear. The spark pulsed in response, like it knew her thoughts. Then, as suddenly as it came, the vision shattered. They were back. Still joined. Still one. Ashar was frozen above her, his body trembling violently. His arms braced him, barely holding on. Mae blinked up at him, dazed and breathless, tears welling in her eyes. “Did you-?”

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."

Smiling down at her gorgeous face, I kissed her forehead and whispered, “I am made for your love too, Kiara Sharma.” If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

And he said no. “Are you serious?” My voice cracked. Angry. Hurt. Humiliated. “Yeah.” He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. “I want you. Bad. But not like this. Not when you go home to him after.” I shoved his chest. Hard. He let me slide down. My heels hit the floor. My legs shook so bad I almost fell. Had to grab the mirror to steady myself. “You’re fucking kidding me,” I spat. Hands trembling. Body on fire. Freezing. Aching.

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...'

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.

"He's right, you know. If she remembers everything, there's no telling what we'll uncover. It might be more than you're prepared for." "I've been preparing for this for eleven years. Whatever the truth is, I'll face it." "And if it destroys her?" I met his gaze. "Then that's a price I'm willing to pay." But even as I said it, I felt something twist in my chest. Because I'd seen the way Cassie looked at me—with hope, with desperation, with the beginnings of trust. And I was about to break her all over again. --- ★ Javin's POV ★ The call with Rafael Montez left me with a rage so profound I could barely see straight.

POV: DAMIEN I sat on the edge of the bed, my chest bare, watching her. Sera was focused, her brow furrowed in concentration as she worked on my side. She had the medical kit open on her lap, her small, steady hands moving with a grace that made my heart ache. Every time her fingertips brushed my skin to wipe away the blood, a jolt of fire shot through me. It wasn't the stinging pain of the needle; it was a different kind of burn.