#1 in Aaron Warner Amelia Pereira has always been a dreamer. Dreamer, fangirl, scholar, chronic over-thinker. She knows the story by heart: Juliette Ferrars, the girl who can't be touched. Aaron Warner, the cold tyrant with sad eyes and green rings. So, when reality hiccups and Amelia finds herself plopped- face first- onto the cold concrete of Sector 45, she's pretty sure she's hallucinating. Or dying. Or both. Unfortunately for her GPA-and possibly her lifespan-she's not dreaming. The soldiers are real. The guns are real. The stains on the walls? Very real. And standing in front of her, beautiful as a nightmare made of marble and secrets, is Aaron Warner himself-green eyes sharp enough to slice through every spoiler Amelia accidentally blurts out in a panic spiral. Trapped in a world she only ever adored from the safety of fanfiction and Pinterest edits, Amelia has to survive Warner's suspicion, Juliette's power, and the Reestablishment's cruelty-armed with nothing but her messy knowledge of plot points that haven't happened yet. He's not a sad boy on a page anymore. He's real. He's lethal. He can feel every terrified, fluttering emotion she has when she looks at him. And the closer Amelia drifts to the cold center of his empire, the more she realizes that loving him in fiction was easy. Loving him here is changing the story. TW: There are a few mentions of childhood physical abuse in this book DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK APART FROM THE OC. THIS IS A FANFICTION BASED ON THE SHATTER ME SERIES BY TAHAREH MAFI. Highest Rankings: #1 in Aaron Warner #1 in Kenji #1 in kishimoto #1 in Ignite Me #1 in Tahereh Mafi #1 in Aaron Warner Fanfic #4 in Dystopian

"I can't marry you," the words slipped out of her mouth, paining her in the process. "Why?" He questioned, "Feiha, you know how I feel for you and I'm hundred percent sure that you feel the same. Then what is it that's stopping you from marrying me?" Feiha shook her head with an unhappy smile on her face. "You think feelings are enough for this?" "What else do you want then? Loyalty, commitment, respect, you name it and I'll give it to you. Hell, if you're worried about money then be assured that I have enough wealth to support several of our upcoming generations." A desperate tone had taken over his words, piercing Feiha's heart. "Generations," she scoffed. Tears were threatening to roll down her cheeks, making her look up. "What if I tell you that I'll never be able to give you kids? What if I tell you that there's a sixty percent chance of me never being able to conceive? Are you still willing to marry me?" She saw his jaw clench. His chest was heaving. His lips were parted as his brain processed the huge revelation. His eyes, however, never left her. They were fixated on her with an intensity that shook her. He sighed, and then began to walk in her direction. Stopping right in front of her, towering her, he clutched her gaze with his. "Yes," he answered, determination and assurance clear in his voice. "Yes I will marry you " _________________ Ayan, the youngest of the Rahman brothers, is done fooling around and intends to get serious in life. His goal: focus on career and stay away from distractions, especially women. That is, until he finds Feiha. Twenty-two year old Feiha has it all; perfect visuals, strong personality, great academic record, and an amazing family. She, however, struggles to accept herself as worthy of happiness. That is, until she meets Ayan.