Tahereh Mafi Shatter Me Series Novels & Stories

My heart shatters at the crack of dawn, and I make a silent prayer for the night to stretch on, for the hours to stand still and grant me this one last moment with her. I have to do something. I can't just…I can't let her go. It's too much…no…please, God… Something hot burns down my face, and soon my vision is a blur of gold and ash I curse myself for the damage that I caused, for the power that I just couldn't let go of, for wanting something that I couldn't have…and ruining it anyway. But I can be mad as a mad dog, hurt as a wounded animal, and at the end of the day, I still have to admit that she's right.

I poured every pain, every humiliation, every sleepless night into fabric and design. I stopped eating for comfort and started working everywhere, because revenge bodies don't build themselves. And little by little, Elsa-the-wallflower faded away. And someday, if Jace Weston ever sees me again… He'd beg to taste the girl he once called gross.

“But then the third time was after the reception, when the dress was gone and I stood in front of that same mirror. Same bathroom. Same woman staring back. Just me. I cried that night because it was real. The vows had shattered before they were ever spoken. The betrayal was already written into the day. I cried when I allowed myself to feel it, because I was done pretending. Xavier breathes in through his nose, slowly and quietly. His jaw ticking. I shake my head again, this time with something sharper in my eyes. “But I’m done crying now.” “I’m sorry, Fiona,” Xavier says, stepping in front of me. His hand finds mine and gives a gentle tug, just enough to pull me to my feet. Then he wraps me

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 3 - Tyler and Mandy **Release Day** Tyler pov Day seventy-five. I woke at dawn, my heart already racing with anticipation and nerves. Today was the day. Today Mandy came home. After seventy-five days of intensive treatment, daily therapy sessions, processing trauma I'd watched destroy her—today she was ready. Dr. Martinez had called three days ago with the official clearance. Mandy had met all her treatment goals, developed healthy coping mechanisms, reduced her suicidal ideation to negligible levels.

Chapter Twenty-Two Alpha Lir POV The glass doesn’t shatter—it just breaks apart in my hand. One second I’m holding a crystal tumbler of aged scotch, the next my palm is burning, filled with red cuts and sharp, glittering pieces. I don't flinch. I don't even feel the sting. "Lir, your hand."

"If you are her." Seraphina could not speak. Could not move. "Because if you are," he said. "Then I have spent three years grieving a woman I threw away for a lie. And I do not think I can survive finding out I was right." "Damien." The name slipped out before she could catch it. Not Mr. Cross. Damien. His face broke. "Open the door." Her hand was already moving. She watched it move as if from a very long distance. She slid the chain off. Stepped back.

Her mind was shattered, completely broken with dark, addictive pleasure. She looked up at him with glassy, desperate eyes and whispered hoarsely: “More… Please… Destroy me again.” Tafari stared down at her coldly, his massive cock still rock hard and dripping. “Good girl. The mountain is watching… and so am I.”

She asked with so much hurt lacing her voice and my heart shattered. "Aiden detest me, his mum practically wants me dead. Some flee from me,I'm more like an outcast " Tears trickled down her angelic face and my insides burned at her confession. "Tahira…. listen.." I swallowed but her beautiful hands cupped my cheek and fire burst through my body. "Don't hate me Seven, I really like you" She said and and sparks rushed down my blood, she bent low edging closer and my brain went into total shutdown as her lips slam into mine.

Inside was a silver necklace with a sapphire pendant, nestled on soft black velvet, catching the light with a haunting blue shimmer. Before I could even react, my phone buzzed with a notification, and the top trending headline lit up the screen. "Rising Actress Stella's Boyfriend Caught Cheating." "Is Stella the Other Woman? Who's the Real Girlfriend?" Attached were photos after photos—all of me and Charles… in the dressing room.