A Million Little Pieces Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Hey, are you okay?" Emily shook her head, unable to find the words to explain how she was feeling.Clara sat down beside her. "Do you want to talk about it?"Emily took a deep breath, then poured out her frustrations. Clara listened patiently, nodding in understanding."It’s okay to feel this way," Clara said when Emily finished. "You're going through a lot of changes. But you’re strong, and you’ll get through this."Emily smiled weakly. "Thanks, Clara. That means a lot."Clara reached into her bag and pulled out a small sketchbook. "Here," she said, handing it to Emily. "When I’m feeling overwhelmed, I draw. It helps me process things. Maybe it’ll help you too."Emily took the sketchbook, touche

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.

Since I didn’t own much, it didn’t take long. Then, I noticed something tucked beneath the bed. A navy blue journal. It was mine. Flipping it open, my eyes landed on memories I couldn’t recall but had once written. "Day one of our marriage. Shawn didn’t come home." "He said I was manipulative. That I drugged him to marry me. But I don’t even remember that night." "Attempt 1: He said even if I died in front of him, he wouldn’t flinch." "Attempt 100: If he still doesn’t care, and my parents still don’t love me, then maybe I’ll stop trying since no one in this world sees me."

It felt like I had embarrassed my entire family and from that moment onwards, I swore that in the name of cancer, I won't go around smuggling and doing crimes which would only taint my soul and leave me feeling more hollow and dejected. "Fair enough, but what's so interesting in that book anyway?" Jamal asked casually and I gazed at him like he had eaten my last pizza slice. I gave him an incredulous look like 'dude, seriously,' and he shrugged. "Yeah, tell me 'cause I sleep halfway through even picture books."

he mumbles. “Interesting.” Dr. Bricks says softly, thinking hard. “Why John?” “I ruined it.” He cries. He tries to maintain his composure but fails. “I’m undeserving of forgiveness and love. Everything I touch, I destroy. Our life was perfect, yeah we had some financial issues, but we were happy. Faith was such a good, sweet little girl. So trusting and brave and I broke her because I couldn’t stand to be broken alone. Her gentle loving eyes fueled my self-loathing, so then I felt like I had to look through the bottom of a bottle to find myself. I don’t have very many lucid memories about the things I did, and that may be because I’ve repressed them or the amount that I took, but the one thi

"Traffic near the campus was brutal because of the graduation rehearsals. Besides, I brought gifts." "Gifts? Maverick, I'm trying to empty the apartment, not add more things to it," I said, though I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. "Relax, it's not heavy," he said, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie which he had dropped onto a chair. He pulled out a small, rectangular object wrapped in simple brown paper and handed it to me. I took it from him, tearing the paper open carefully. It was a book. Specifically, a highly technical manual on advanced software architecture and data structures. There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter.

She wasn't as agile as the three young ladies still engrossed in the book a few feet away from her. Samira, Teagan and Alora were through with the book. It was only a two page book. They saw where Mirabel was and quickly went to meet her. "Seriously, I was expecting 30 pages from the book but only saw just 2, it didn't talk about the gate you talked about or the demon in my house." Samira said, showing her displeasure of the book she had high hopes on. "It didn't mention any sort of the Millennium Wolf and if it truly put them to sleep, like in a dead state." she added.

"You’re kidding, did he do anything to you?" "No." Not yet, I thought. Just as I was about to open the passenger door, Millie suddenly held up a finger. "Wait, don’t move." I stopped in my tracks, watching her rummage through her oversized pastel purse that looked more like a suitcase. She muttered something about "spiritual contamination" before she triumphantly pulled out a green crystal the size of a small apple. "Oh no," I groaned, already dreading where this was headed.

Hello Lovely People! Don't forget to rate my book with 5 stars, share the book with your friends and your voice in the comment section. Now dig in! Love, Krystal GoodNovel *** I could hear the footsteps approaching. The sound entered my ears like drums, making me flinch with every passing second. Sweat rolled down my forehead to my cheeks, making its way further down to my neck. I squeezed myself further into the hard surface behind me while my eyes were fixed upon the little space between the door and the floor. The midget amount of light that was entering through that space wasn't enough to illuminate the tiny store room I was huddled in.

Millie says digging through her bag. “Alright,” I say looking back out the window and watching little ants of people walking around. An hour later Millie leaves for her first meeting looking like a sexy little businesswoman. I’m exhausted from the early morning flight so I turn off all the lights, close the shades of the windows, and tuck myself into the stiff bed. Normally I’d complain about a stiff mattress but it’s doing wonders for my tense back. I read another chapter of my sexy, filthy erotic novel and close my eyes to dreamland.