Restore Me (Shatter Me, #4)

by Tahereh Mafi

“Go on,” Warner says, still smiling. “Please tell me exactly how she’s failed you as a leader.” “Hey—” Kenji’s arms fly up in mock surrender. “I never said she failed at anything, okay? And you are clearly overreact—” Warner knocks Kenji on the side of the head with the weapon. “Idiot.” Kenji spins around. Yanks the gun out of Warner’s hand. “What the hell is wrong with you, man? I thought we were cool.” “We were,” Warner says icily. “Until you touched my hair.”

LOL

“What do you mean, my quarters? I have quarters?”

Bruh this girl just be chilin frfr

“I’m capable of doing some things on my own, Kenji,” I snap. “I’m not totally clueless.” Kenji sighs. “Whatever you say, princess.”

“Shut up.” I smile, big. Lightbulb bright. Kenji’s eyes widen, surprised, and he laughs. He nods at my face and says, “Aw, you’ve got dimples. I didn’t know that. That’s cute.”

Every single person in her line of sight. 554 people and all their guests. Their faces, their bodies, the seats they sit in: sliced open like fresh fish. Their flesh feathers outward, swelling slowly as a steady gush of blood gathers in pools around their feet. They all drop dead.

Bruh

Winston is still screaming, even as someone drags him away Brendan is dead Lily, Ian, Alia, dead

O.m.g

“I’m the supreme commander of Oceania,” the woman says to me, smiling. “Your father and I have come to take you home.”

Ella, Emmaline, and Nazeera. No more training wheels.

Aaron and Ella