Novel & Cerita All The Broken Pieces Summary

How was that even possible when they hadn’t found a body? They went on and on, displaying grief they never felt, while I grappled with the lengths they were willing to go just to erase me. My brakes had failed. And now that I thought about it, my Jeep had been in perfect condition—even though I barely used it. How could the brakes have suddenly stopped working? And why were they so quick to declare me dead? I thought I had known heartbreak before. But this—this shredded my heart completely, setting it ablaze with red-hot pain. Wounds that nothing could heal except vengeance.

The stinging pain made Claire open her eyes. When she moved her left hand, she winced as the pain intensified. She looked at the back of her hand to see what had happened, and her eyes widened in shock. Her knuckles were torn, and fresh blood was oozing out. She quickly stood up from the hard wooden floor to grab the first-aid kit. “How did my hand get hurt like this?” she muttered as she cleaned the wound with alcohol. The intense stinging brought tears to her eyes. Unable to bear the sight of the small tear in her skin, she looked away. But what she saw was the mirror hanging next to her wardrobe, shattered into pieces, with shards still embedded in the frame.

The voice came again and I knew I was not imagining, suddenly threading the words together. “But they will never leave me….” The last words were barely heard, his voice getting lower and lower as I stared at his face barely moving. He shook his head, seeming not to believe and I did not even know what to do. I just sat there, thinking he would say more but he did not. He just shrilled, seeing his hands clench to unclench, gripping the edge of the seat to let go with it not giving in. They were both tortured beyond anyone could realize. They were broken beyond measure. I tried to see a way of maybe pulling the pieces together but I knew it was impossible, they were far scattered apart. Broken

"What I saw this evening really break me. You broke my heart...No you broke me...I'm broken Kareem! I'm sorry I can't live with a person who don't value my existence" "Maryam please listen to me at least. I don't even remember exactly what happened!" "You were drunk aren't you? You promised me Kareem! You promised me you won't take drugs or drink again! You do....and what will even happened if I listen to you now?...what happened between us will it change? No it won't...nothing can ever change what's between us... It over Kareem and it's late already" "You're now free...you're free to finally be with your one and only safeenah who has been dead but still into your system" she said and went o

He looks at the mattress and sees a puddle of blood where his ass was. Aiden turns away from the bed and staggers around the room, Tears run down his face as he cries. His vision is blurry as he looks through his tears, looking for something, but he's unsure what. Not until his eyes land on something, and he knows that's what he needs. Aiden stumbles across the basement toward the piece of broken metal hanging from the radiator. He grabs it and begins pulling as hard as he can. He wiggles and pulls on it until it finally breaks off.

I can see how broken he is. There's so much pain in his eyes. His hand is shaking as he gets the glass from my hand. "Giovanni," I called him. "D-Don't tell me to stop crying. The pain is so unbearable," he said as he closed his eyes. He dropped the glass to the floor and it breaks. I immediately pick up the portions of the broken glass. "Just like these pieces, they are like trust. It is broken and you can't unbreak it," he spoke out.

It doesn't matter. "My heart was broken, and you pieced it back together, Nick... You mended me with your infinite patience, and I loved you with all of me. With all that was left of me. Thank you for everything," I take a deep breath, inhaling his lemon scent, preparing myself for the next words finally reaching the edge. I cry for him one last time.

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

"The doctor said she just needs to rest." "Good to hear." He watched me packing and frowned. "You're not really leaving over a necklace, are you?" A necklace? I stopped and looked at him. "In your eyes, that was just a necklace?" "That's not what I meant…" He looked flustered. "I know it was important, but it's broken. We can find the best craftsman to fix it. There must be some magic that can repair it perfectly…" "Repair it?" I laughed, a cold, empty sound. "Austen, some things, once they're broken, stay broken."

Because with us, there was always something next. Always another impossible choice. Always another transformation. We were the Broken Crown. And breaking was just what we did. Over and over. Until we finally shattered into something beautiful. Or disappeared completely. Either way— Together.