A Thousand Broken Pieces Book Novels & Stories

He pulled a small, blood-soaked velvet box from his pocket and handed it to me. "What you wanted." I opened the box. Inside lay the moonstone pendant. It had been reset with gold filigree by the best artisan in the world. All the cracks had been filled, making it even more brilliant, yet it would forever bear the marks of being broken. "I broke it," he whispered, his voice raspy. "So I pieced it back together. With my own hands." "I understand now. Some things, once they're shattered, they're shattered forever. You can piece them together, but they'll never be whole again. Just a beautiful, broken thing."

Kael demanded. I stared at the fragment, my heart racing. “It’s real,” I said. “That’s not helpful.” “It was one,” I continued, trying to steady my breathing. “All of it. Not separate. Not divided.” Silas’s expression darkened slightly. “And now?” “Now it’s broken,” I said. “Split into pieces.” Kael looked at the fragment again. “And this is one of them.” “Yes.” Silas’s grip tightened slightly. “How many?”

When he heard the news, the crystal glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. A violent rush of joy, tangled with regret, struck him all at once. To him, Noah was his only redemption and the last bridge that could reconnect us. Immediately, in the name of the Alpha, he sent an endless procession of gifts. A magnificent gold-trimmed cradle, the softest animal furs, and a dazzling array of jewels and ornaments. The convoy stopped outside my door in grand formation. I didn't go out, and I couldn't even be bothered to look.

The dim light flickered, a cold witness to the moment her innocence was stolen. When it was over, she lay still, too drained to move, the ceiling spinning above her. Her heart pounded in her ears, drowning out everything else. The man who had taken from her now turned away, moving toward the bathroom without a glance. The sound of running water filled the room as Lidia forced herself to rise. She grabbed her discarded uniform, pulling it on with shaking hands. She didn’t dare look in the mirror—she didn’t want to see the face of the girl who had just been broken.

His body shook as he broke down crying. He hurt… He hurt everywhere. His back, his stomach, his ass and his insides. His heart was broken. He felt disgusting and used. ‘Thaddeus will never want me now.’ Aiden thought. Aiden knows Thaddeus will never want him after feeling what just happened to him. He's going to be disgusted knowing that another man touched him. Knowing that another man's cock was just inside him. Knowing that another man just came inside him. He's dirty, disgusting, and tainted. He's used, and Thaddeus is going to be repulsed by him.

Everyone of us is broken in one way or the other. We just find a way, a thing or a person that glues us together. And sometimes, we don’t even find that so we learn to live with our broken parts and wait for that day when they will stop hurting. ~ A. Gupta Violet

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

Meg hurried into her room, bringing her hand to her mouth to stifle her crying; she felt as if a stake was driven through her chest. She leaned on the wall allowing her body to slide until it touched the floor. Sitting there, on the floor of her chamber, she experienced the tearing pain that spread through her chest, permeating her entire being. She wondered how many times a heart could be broken and still continue to beat. The pieces to which her heart had been shattered were so numerous that it became impossible to gather all the shards, each fragment being a painful memory.

Only one messaged from him and all my worries would be gone. “I hope he won’t get mad.” I whispered while staring the table out from the garden. Until now I couldn’t believe that our house was still the same. I thought Demir would let Laura lived here and changed everything. As I was about to stand the frame suddenly fell on the ground. My heart skipped in surprise to hear the loud bang and the broken pieces of glasses scattered on the ground. I was about to pick one of the broken glasses but it pinned on my fingers and so as my phone suddenly vibrated.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.