Novel & Cerita The Shatter Me Series In Order

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This can't be happening. "Xander?" Noah lays his hand on my shoulder, but I shrug it off. "Don't touch me right now Noah. I don't want to hurt you." I walk forward into a random room. It looks like a staff room of some kind. I grab the chair and throw it across the room. I take a hold of the glass cups and smash them against the wall. I wreck everything in my path. I grab a hold of picture frames, plates, flower, table, and couches. "Ahhhhhh!!!!! WHY!?" I roar. I fall to my knees. I punch the floor over and over again. I feel my knuckles breaking and bleeding, but I don't care. My mate is going to die and there is nothing I can do about it. I end up sagging against the wall. "Please don't le

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."

Just like that. And in that moment, as I pressed my trembling hand against the locked door, I felt something inside me shatter. Not just love. Not just trust. But the last piece of the woman who once believed Ethan Smith was her forever.

Unknown number: “Heard she’s the one who set Sara up. Shameful.” Then there was June. Sweet, brave June. “Guys stop. Don’t say what you’re not sure about.” It kept going. The pings, the jabs, the dirt. I didn’t cry. I didn’t feel shocked either. I just sighed, tossed the phone back on the bed, and pulled my blanket to my chest. Somewhere deep inside, I knew what was coming. But for tonight, the glow of my room felt heavier than usual. And I let the silence hold me.

Because in that moment, we weren’t broken. We were whole. And this was just the beginning of our new dawn. THE END THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

And yet, she couldn’t ignore the way his touch still burned against her skin, or the way his gaze had flickered with something he refused to name. She moved to the bar cart in the corner, pouring herself a glass of wine with shaking hands. The first sip was bitter, but it grounded her. She needed to remind herself who she was—who she had become. No more being at Killian Blackwood’s mercy. But as she stared into the deep red of her drink, the warmth of his lips still haunting her own, she knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.

she said quietly, her voice filled with a promise that only she understood. And in that moment, as she stood on the balcony with Adrian, her plan set into motion, Elara knew that the time had come to unmask the betrayal that had shattered her life. She would make them pay, all of them—Cassia, Adrian, the Hawthornes. She would destroy them, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of the world they had built on the ruins of her happiness. And when it was over, when she had taken back everything that was rightfully hers, she would finally be free. Free from the pain, the anger, the darkness that had consumed her for so long.

Charlotte’s shoulders collapsed inward, like she wanted to disappear. I closed my eyes, and the rage surged through me like wildfire. It wasn’t just about Evan and Charlotte. It wasn’t even just about betrayal. It was years - years - of being taken for granted, of having to be the bigger person, the one who understood, who endured. And now I was standing in the middle of a room full of people - an audience - and two of them had shattered me. I felt the burning bile rise in my throat. Felt it clawing to be released.