Tahereh Mafi Shatter Me Series Novels & Stories

Her eyes met mine, a journey from pleading to despair, then spiraling down into a deep, icy fear, and finally twisting into a look of pure venom. "Zayden... You're heartless... You're poisonous!" Her voice was raspy, as if she was forcing the words out from deep within her throat, "You manipulated me into betraying my... my lover, sending him to jail, and now you're using that to blackmail me into a divorce?! You're heartless!" She kept her voice low, choked by a mix of fear and rage. She realized she was more than just abandoned. She was a pawn, used and tossed aside without a second thought, and then being wrung out for the last drop of worth–her compliance for his so-called 'mercy.'

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

Hated how she could walk into a room and disrupt years of carefully built control. Most of all I hated how I still noticed things. I hated how I still get affected by her. I hated all of it. My phone vibrated beside me. I glanced at it: R-17 / Black Gate / 03:00 My entire body went still. The warmth from the whiskey vanished instantly. I closed my eyes briefly. One problem after another. One headache after another. One betrayal after another. I hurled the empty whiskey glass across the room. The crash echoed through the penthouse.

“You think some damn locks can keep that obsessive, psychopath ex of yours out?! He nearly killed you, Maeve! All because you broke up with him! And till now not even the police could give you justice.” “He's a coward, hiding behind the connections of his mafia family. He's the damn fourth son, a complete loser.” I tried not to let the trauma bubble out. “I don't want you to get hurt. If that bastard couldn't kill me once, he can't do it again. So, go back to bed, Anya, I'm okay.” “I hate it when you're right. Please keep your phone close, and call me at the slightest sound.” I glanced at the red scratches on my palm, “Okay.”

But the knock came again, louder this time. Mia shoved me away and hurried inside. --- The charged moment We had been one breath away from crossing a line we couldn’t return from. The room had shrunk to just us, the lamp’s glow spilling soft light across her hair as it fanned out on the cushion. Every sound magnified, the rustle of fabric, the tremor of her breath, the thundering of my pulse in my ears. Her fingers curled into my shirt, her shiver against my palms sent sparks racing through me. It felt like gravity itself had locked us together—raw, urgent, dangerous. Then the knock shattered it all, like a gavel striking down judgment.

Ravan POV: It’s been three week now since I punished Aisha by burning her foot however later when I saw her week figure lying lifeless on floor I broke, Something inside me died seeing her like this, I am Ravan, the one and only Indian mafia leader who keeps whole underworld under his foot got shattered to see pain of the girl who he should hate the most for killing his unborn child, who is daughter of killers who had murdered his ‘Reva’ but no matter what I do I am uncontrollably attracted toward her, every time I see her around me I am mesmerize by her aura , honestly the kind of attraction which I am having for Aisha in just couple of months is way more then I had for ‘Reva’ since our chi

“Because you're a whore ready for me to take you here and now despite smelling like that mutt of yours and coming back from god knows where with my friend. I don’t like to share what is mine. I do not want some filthy mutts sloppy seconds.” I shove him hard away from me. His back hits vanity. “Get the fuck out! You don’t even know me!” I turn my back and step into the shower. I wash my body and am cursing myself for letting him affect me. I am drying from my shower when I start to get the burning sensation. It begins in my lips, goes to my breasts then finally I feel extreme pressure at my core. I don’t have energy to divert this pain, so I am going to go in there and show both of them who i

The cop replied with a hint of mockery in his voice. The tubes in my arm trembled with the ferocity of my shaking. Anger and grief fought within me, both as sharp as the other. My voice lost. My face ruined. My freedom stolen from me. And the one man who should have been standing beside me had been the one who set me up. I lay there, restrained to the bed, the sound of his betrayal ringing clearer than any tune I ever composed. My world hadn't fallen apart. It had been burned to ashes. “Why Ethan? Why?”

I tapped the drive, “—is the only rope you’ve got left.” For a long time, she didn’t speak. Then she stepped forward and took it. “I’ll contact you,” she said. And just like that, she turned and walked into the shadows. That night, I waited. Noah slept beside me, soft and safe. And I wrote everything down—every name, every betrayal, every truth I refused to let die. Because if I disappeared tomorrow, I needed someone to know the whole story. Not the sanitized version. The real one. The story of a woman who loved too hard, trusted too deeply, and broke into pieces… …only to sharpen every one into a weapon.

Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion. ~ Present.... I sigh lightly and roll over on my stomach. Everything seems so surreal. I really made the cut. I turn on the television and immediately my face flashes across the screen. I scream in horror and scramble to a sitting position while turning up the volume. A few minutes later, I hear heavy footsteps and my bedroom door is swung open. "What is wrong with you, young lady?" My sister, Danielle questions in a no-nonsense tone. She was about to say something else but she froze, her eyes snapping to the television screen.