Saving Me  (A SHATTER ME FANFIC)

Saving Me (A SHATTER ME FANFIC)

  • WpView
    Reads 76,777
  • WpVote
    Votes 2,115
  • WpPart
    Parts 30
WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sat, Mar 23, 20198h 30m
Juliette has a loud mouthed sister..... Rachel. Juliette is never told about her until Rachel herself is sent to the asylum for having a special gift too. A loud mouthed, blunt person can set a few things straight and a few things very very wrong. But even then there's a lot to her then meets the eye. Read the ShatterMe plot get smacked and turned to ash with Rachel's blunt presence. Main story credits go to TaherehMafi, the author of shatter me. Only first three books were followed, the rest three have no link to this fanfic
All Rights Reserved
WpMetadataHeadphonesText-to-speech
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓 𝐌𝐄
  • 𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑬
  • Shatter Me Series (but make it gay)
  • Survived Me: a Shatter Me fan-fiction (Warnette)
  • Adore me
  • Revive Me
  • 𝓦𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓜𝓮
  • New Priorities: a Shatter Me fan-fiction (Warnette)
  • Dark Paradise | Aaron Warner ✓
  • ❛ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 ❜ Kenji Kishimoto

Twenty-four years have passed since the world was shattered and stitched back together by the hands of those powerful enough to bend reality itself. In the aftermath of bloodshed, revolution, and fragile reconciliation, order was reinstated. Not peace, not justice, but a neat and palatable version of stability. The kind that looks pristine from the outside but creaks when you press your ear to the walls. Azalea Warner, Arian Warner, Cyrus Kishimoto, and Zayn Kishimoto were born into a world rebuilt on the ruins of someone else's revolution. A world eager to forget the blood that bought its peace. Their parents live on as myths now, names printed in textbooks, recited in classrooms with reverence but never understanding. Yet memory does not die with history; it seeps through the cracks, alive in their veins. Aaron Warner and Juliette Ferrars, Kenji Kishimoto and Nazeera Ibrahim. They knew that peace is only ever borrowed, that tyranny sleeps with one eye open. So they taught their children quietly, not just to command water, fire, lightning, and energy, but to see, to question, to remember. They are all, in their own ways, unraveling. The quiet wars waged behind composed faces. Yet somehow, they keep finding each other in the wreckage. In the sleepless nights and silent cries for help, they become one another's refuge. They grow together in the strangest way. Through grief and laughter, through breaking and rebuilding, through the heavy, unbearable ache of simply being alive. And even when distance stretches between them, when silence swallows months at a time, something in their hearts still hums the same tune: a quiet, unyielding promise that no matter how far they fall, they will always find their way back.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines