Tahereh Mafi Shatter Me Series Novels & Stories

He struggled to go to his room, but couldn't, it was the first time his heat was so painful, his heart was beating so fast he thought he was having a heart attack. Max was assaulted in his room by Trevor's pheromones, the smell was so good he had lost his ability to think and was already standing outside of his door, ready to meet the beautiful Omega waiting for him. This natural attraction was a new feeling to him, so he didn't really know how to fight it.

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"What the hell was that back there? You embarrassed me in front of everybody! My father! My boys! You think I'm gonna let that slide?" Tasha stood her ground. "I'm done." "Done? What do you mean?" "You know what I mean. You should have understood when I left you at the altar." "Let me explain, please." "I can't do this no more. I'm leaving you, Rupert Peter Myrie," Tasha said, her heart thudding in her chest. He turned, locking his eyes with hers, but she didn't flinch. Rupert snorted softly, his footsteps slow and deliberate as he approached, each breath husky, each movement heavy until he stood just an inch away.

She was not sorry. "Fuck you, Athena!" With that I went out. Athena Matthew I ditched work after I broke up with Ares. Clara was worried for me that she came over and surprised to see a whole in the cabinet and a dry blood on the floor. She asked me what's wrong and I cried in her arms. After hearing the drunk Ares, I cried alone in my office. When he told me I looked like Madeline, I hated to look at myself in the mirror. My eyes became empty.

When he shoved her the news on tv, though, as wall as the many news articles about the wedding, Christen… Her life just crumbled to dust at the sight. She couldn’t believe it. Once again, she had let sweet whispers take hold of her. Played her for a fool she was. Remind her that there was nothing good about living. At least, not for her. She thought she felt broken when Forrest divorced her, but seeing the man she fell for- whom she thought genuinely returned her feelings, truly loved her more than Forrest had- married someone else, without telling her one word about that other person… It destroyed her. Obliterated her. More than the torture Damien had put her through. A torture she barely f

Chapter Seventy-Three The Weight of Secrets Stephanie's POV The world seemed to be muffled-off, like I was standing inside a bubble, cocooned away from any person. The soft thrum of Noah's space heater in the living room was the only thing really cutting through to me. It had all changed now, but it didn't feel really real. My fingers strayed absently across the edge of the coffee table, the wood beneath my fingertips cold and smooth. I tried to focus, but my mind began to wander to the mayhem of the past several days.

Gabriella I will always hate him. That was my first thought as I woke up, there was a dull ache in between my thighs that reminded me of what he had done. Again. But there was no tears this time, all I had was rage. A seething rage that threatened to consume me as I swung out of bed. Every move shot a sharp pain up my thigh. I thought I could endure this life, thought I could find a way to survive in this world without losing myself. But I was wrong

[This chapter contains mature content‼️, please skip if you are uncomfortable reading it.] Lucas Hayes pushed her towards his bedroom with so much urgency. He pushed her towards the wall as his hands grabbed her boobs. He was too rough in his actions. Elaina Moore was mourning loudly from the pleasure she was receiving. He pushed her on the big bed and then tore her dress into shreds.

I was a man possessed, a king reduced to a starving animal pacing the length of his cage. Every single bit of my legendary restraint was snapping, fracturing into broken pieces under the relentless assault of my own mind. I poured a glass of heavy amber liquor, my hand shaking so violently the crystal rattled against the decanter, and downed it in one burning swallow. It did nothing to quench the fire in my blood. I closed my eyes, and there she was. Safira.

“You coward! This was all your fault! All of it! Gosh, why did you even have to run into that stupid building! If you would have just left me alone that day, none of this would have happened!” I felt Nathan push harder on the bond, but held the barrier. “Why did I run in there? Because you're like my sister! I love you and care about you, Claire!” She looked to the ground, jaw clenched in anger. “And I'm like you guys. If I didn't follow you, I wouldn't know about who I am and I would still just be a freak who occasionally sees glimpses—”