A Thousand Broken Pieces Book Novels & Stories

The world came back in pieces. It wasn’t a dream, that’s for sure. Nothing like sleep. More like forcing my body up out of the muck at the bottom of some godforsaken ice lake, lungs gasping, eyes splintering, everything cold and burning all at once. I felt every jagged piece of broken magic still loose inside me, shooting off ribs and scraping along bones that stubbornly refused to knit themselves back together properly. Not yet. Not without a stabilizer.

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

Chapter 53 Harper’s pov I just laid on the floor helplessly as tears rolled down my eyes and negative thoughts filled my mind. The broken glass and scattered books around me felt like a perfect reflection of the chaos inside me. This is it, I thought. This is the end of my short, struggling life. After everything I survived—being thrown out by Elec, losing my place in the pack, fighting to survive alone—this is how it ends. Alone on the floor in a room I didn’t even choose, with no one to hear me.

"Some people don't want what you have until they see how happy it makes you." KIVA POV The glass slipped from my fingers. It shattered against the floor with a sound that split the silence of the hallway wide open, sharp and sudden and irreversible, the way some sounds are. The kind that cannot be taken back. My stomach dropped. For one terrible second everything went completely still. The house held its breath. I held mine. The broken pieces caught the thin light spilling from the sitting room doorway and scattered it in every direction, small and bright and wrong.

Her breath caught. “But breaking doesn’t always mean ending,” I continued, my voice gentler now, steadier as I managed to sniff in my snort. “Sometimes it just means we come back… differently.” She stared at me like she was trying to hold onto every word, like they might slip away if she didn’t. “There’s a saying,” I added, reaching up to wipe a tear from her cheek, my thumb lingering there for just a second, “pieces broken beyond repair that come back together can’t be broken again.”

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

he said, lifting my wrist adorned with a thin business watch. "It suits you even better than I imagined." The right hand of the man who had signed countless merger deals trembled slightly from nervousness. "If you don't want to wear it on your ring finger, you can wear it on a necklace first," Albert added cautiously. I shook my head with a smile, about to let him slide the ring onto my finger, when a deafening crack of breaking tempered glass cut me off. Shards sparkled through the air as Jeff burst in like an untamed beast.

She walks with elegance and prudence but could speak a curse that would leave you both lost and confused, shattered and broken but most of all deeply in love. That's how I ended up here in this situation I am in now, losing everything and everyone closest to me. Leaving me alone, depending on her for love, on her to put a stop to my lust, and on her to fill me up when I’m empty to stick me back together when I'm broken. I should have known that something was wrong, that something didn't quite fit together perfectly, no matter how many times Althea would beg me to look closer and pay attention.

’ they seemed to sneer. All except for Sara Terrence. To Lily it seemed her eyes were mirrors of her own world, those glorious blue orbs showed compassion, fear, pain, and most importantly of all to Lily's understanding. She could look at Sara, and see in her eyes that she knew exactly what kind of pain and torment she lived in. To her, they were the most beautiful things in the world.

It makes us whole and sometimes it makes us shattered into pieces where we don’t know how to start on picking up the pieces and just try to live with the pieces that still made us alive and breathing. Those pieces that still gave an intact on our life but we already know that it was as fragile as a glass for one moment, we are already trying to outlive the past only to see ourselves stumbling on the ground and our words being shattered again by those pieces which we believes makes us intact and alive only to realize that those pieces remember every bit of her. Those pieces holds us together for it was the only pieces that remains for her.