All The Broken Pieces Summary Novels & Stories

“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

My mind replayed every moment of the day—the roses scattering on the ground, the vows I didn’t mean, the kiss that wasn’t a kiss, the look in Kenneth’s eyes when he said he didn’t choose this either. I thought of the girl I had been before all this. The girl who once dreamed of freedom, of healing, of maybe even love. And I realized that girl was gone. In her place was a woman bound by broken pieces, tied to a man who carried his own shattered past. And I didn’t know if we would destroy each other—or if, somehow, those broken pieces might fit together. But tonight, all I knew was that I wasn’t ready to find out. So I closed my eyes, clutching the pillow like it could keep me whole.

I turn to look at him and I remember the Sterling I fell in love with. He’s the same person standing here today, I just know his flaws now. ..... Gosh, he looks so broken. Well, I am too. He broke me. But broken pieces can be glued together again, right? I’m willing. I’m willing to glue the broken pieces. “Wesley, please give us the room.” I say formally. “You got to be kidding me.” Wesley says in frustration.

Mine. "You're not broken anymore," I said. My voice carried across the circle, strong despite the exhaustion I felt in my bones. "You were broken when your packs threw you away. When they looked at your scars and your missing pieces and decided you weren't worth keeping. But you're whole now. Here. With each other." Silence. They were all watching me deep concentration.

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again. The End.

The doors clicked shut. Aurora stood in the descending box. She was alone. Liam had broken the circle. He had let the rust in. She wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to hold herself together, but she knew it was too late. She wasn't unbreakable anymore. She was shattered. And the only person who knew where all the pieces lay was the woman laughing behind her husband’s office door.

he cried, "I found these under your bed. It's your pendant! We can go back to the church... we can get another one that looks exactly the same, okay? Please, don't marry him. Don't leave me..." I gazed coldly at the pile of shattered fragments in his palm, a bitter smile curling on my lips. "Cassian," I said icily, "can you piece these shards back together and make them whole again?" Once broken, how could anything ever return to what it once was? Just like us. Cassian froze, his expression blank. The shards slipped from his trembling hand, clattering helplessly to the floor. At that moment, the door slammed open with a bang. Richard stormed in, flanked by two uniformed police officers.

With only a chuckle, I wave him off, “Yes, I know. Chasing a new dream again, or should I say my destiny.” He looks at me with very sincere eyes, “Why does it seem that they are all broken. Where do you find yourself going this time?” I glance over to Tyler that is busy filling up the car, “Taking the broken man where he really wants to be.” “So he is still broken?” “I think I might have just broken him more than he was before.” “But,” he points to my belly, “There is hope at least.” “Yes, let us just hope that it is enough.”

“Don’t tell me. But you know I’ll give as good as I get.” “I’m counting on it.” Atticus could hardly see through the rage brimming within him, tinting his vision red. It turned Ralphin – his Beta, his best friend – into nothing more than a gleaming target. His hold on himself was slipping with every word, every taunt, and every second that he couldn’t get the sight of Lily’s crumpled face out of his head. He’d broken her. He’d felt it, the beginnings of love, the irrevocable ties of the mate bond – and he’d broken her. And, he thought, side-stepping one of Ralphin’s better kicks, he’d broken himself, too.

Maybe both. "What do you me..." Zeenah began but stopped dead in her tracks. Her brain adding up the pieces. She felt her heart jerk loudly against her ribcage, and if one could feel a heartbreaking and shattering into pieces, then she could've sworn she heard her heartbreaking into tiny bits and pieces. This was the end of her, the end of everything she had ever hoped of, of everything she had ever dreamed of.