The Shatter Me Series In Order Novels & Stories

"Then it costs millions. You chose money over me eight years ago. Now you're choosing me over money." "And Mirabel," I said, turning to my sister. "You're going to therapy. You're going to deal with whatever made you think it was okay to manipulate people. And you're going to stay away from me until I'm ready to have a relationship with you again." Mirabel nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I will. I promise." "And Samuel," Anthony continued. "You're going to write a formal confession. Everything you did, everyone you paid, all of it. You're going to sign it and give it to us. And if you ever try to manipulate anyone in our families again, we release it."

"Restore the Mother? The deity who was torn apart during the Shattering?" Cassia nods. "The prophecy says that when the Convergence occurs, when shadow and silver merge completely, the fragments of the Mother will be drawn back together. Arkenox will wake. And the world will be remade—either in harmony or in chaos, depending on the choice the Convergence makes." "That's insane," Kael says flatly. "We're not divine. We're just people who happened to be cursed and bonded."

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

I crawled toward the laptop, heart pounding. Damien stepped through the smoke. His gun raised. His eyes locked onto me. He wasn’t sending men anymore. He had come himself. “Give me the drive,” he said, his voice calm. I gritted my teeth. “No.” He sighed. “You never learn.” His gun fired. I dove. Pain ripped through my side. But I didn’t stop. I slammed my hand down— The screen flashed. **Broadcasting…** Damien’s face turned to pure rage. “What did you do?”

She hung up the phone angrily. "Ten assassins couldn’t kill the crippled." It's just been two years since he covered it. How strong are his legs that he was able to beat the top assassins? Does that make sense? Benjamin, oh. Benjamin, how many more times can you stand my wrath? You are just lucky. Let's see if you will be lucky tomorrow." She smirked evilly.

The voice cuts through me so sharply I physically flinch. My hands press flat against Leo’s chest as my head snaps up, breath coming faster now. No, that’s not how it was before. It was calm. My stomach twists. “Did you hear that?” I whisper, as if speaking too loudly might make it worse. Leo’s eyes narrow slightly. “Hear what?” Right. Of course. I shake my head, but it doesn’t help. Because it’s still there. “It should have been finished.” A pulse of something dark and heavy rolls through me, stronger this time, and the air in the room seems to shift with it. The lamp beside us flickers violently, then shatters. Glass scatters across the floor in a sharp, echoing crash.

And it kills me in a way the betrayal never did. Lauren slides her arm through mine at the worst possible moment, pressing against me, touching me too much, pretending she belongs there. I don’t even look at her. I don’t move. I can't even breathe. My whole attention is locked on Rhiannon. On the girl who broke me once and somehow keeps breaking me again without even trying.

Covering the ground and heading back to the place that created our nightmares, the place that changed us forever; to face our past and create a new future. ***THE END*** Thank you for reading, please remember to leave me a review and look out for the continuation of Lamia's story in:- Rise of a Queen - Book 2, in The Delta's Daughter Series. OUT NOW!

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,

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