A Thousand Broken Pieces Book Novels & Stories

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

However, when he arrived home, holding the jewelry in one hand and the flowers in the other, he pushed open the door… The house was empty. Completely empty. His first thought was that they had been robbed. He rushed inside, searching frantically. "Emma? Emma!" He pulled out his phone and called her, but the number was no longer in service. That was when something felt wrong. All of his valuables, his watches, cufflinks, and ties, were still there, untouched. Only everything that belonged to Emma was gone. He returned to the living room and finally saw it… A sheet of paper was left on the table.

"It will hurt. More than anything has ever hurt. But I'll support you. Because your happiness matters more than my pain." "That's what love is, isn't it? Caring about someone more than yourself?" "Yes. That's exactly what love is." Luna was quiet for a moment. "I wished for more time. For the world to stop breaking so I don't have to choose yet." "That's a good wish, baby." But wishes didn't stop reality from fracturing. The next morning brought the worst crack yet. An entire section of forest, about fifty acres, split into three simultaneous versions. Mortal trees coexisted with dead Void trees and blazing divine trees.

Upon hearing what Jordyn had just said, Wynn stilled for a moment as a subtle smile played on her lips. The beginner and advanced editions of this book had the same cover. Wynn was reading the advanced edition. She hadn't even encountered this sort of detailed content during her PhD, let alone in her undergrad. She had been reading a lot lately, and since Linda visited the Lockets almost every day, she knew the book had both a beginner and advanced version. At Jordyn's words, she figured Celeste was definitely reading the beginner's version. She almost burst into laughter. However, since Trevor and Beck were there, she held it back.

What I cared about—what tore straight through the fragile barrier I’d built inside my chest—was the look in his eyes. He was breaking. Not the kind of break that healed with a few stitches, a bandage, or a steadying breath. This wasn’t a wound you could bind or a fever you could wait out. It was the kind of fracture you heard but couldn’t see—the sound of something inside him splintering into a thousand irretrievable pieces. And I hated it. I hated standing there, useless, unable to gather the pieces, unable to put him back together the way I wanted to.

"What do you gain?" "Nothing. Everything." I moved to the window beside her. "I've been where you are. Broken. Controlled. Used as a weapon. Someone helped me. Now I help others. That's how it works." "What if we can't be fixed? What if we're too broken?" "Then we learn to live broken. Find strength in the cracks. Build something new from the pieces." I met her eyes. "You're not alone. None of you are. Not anymore."

Healing was not linear. But tonight, something fundamental had shifted. Her walls had not shattered. They had opened. And as she turned off the lights and prepared for sleep, a quiet certainty settled inside her: This was not a reckless leap. It was a careful unfolding. And for the first time since everything had broken, she was no longer bracing for impact. She was leaning into possibility.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

I know what I'm doing is wrong, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right? The way she limped up the stairs still disturbs me. Kaima was simply careless and I couldn't stop myself from throwing daggers at her with my eyes... she was too occupied to notice, anyway. She sat opposite me on our study table but she was too engrossed and at some intervals too excited to be the same girl who always groans at the sight of her books. Even I wouldn't and I can say for a fact that I love studying, except... I zoomed my sight on the book in her hands. That wasn't her basic technology textbook. It's a novel, one that isn't part of her literature class and the title- 'One night with the playboy'

“This is?” Realizing the familiar scene, yet put on a heavy emphasis towards the difference of each shard and broken pieces. Where a particular scene is playing at each broken one, yet peculiarly some scenes that are too blurry to see are falling fast than the others. Hitting that somewhat none existing floor and breaking it into much tinier pieces and vanishing into thin air. The ones that remain afloat and different from the latter are now facing her. Like a puzzle that she needed to solve, yet is bringing the warning that’s making her sweat with coldness and unexplainable dread that she never had before. Each piece of the glass is showing her a promise, yet somewhat a curse that are and m