All Things Fall Apart Novel Novels & Stories

At the same time, thanks to Ashton’s rough movements, it splashed all over my face and into my eyes. Then, remembering the baby inside me, I panicked. I tried to pull away, waving my hands to get him to stop. However, in my haste, I tripped on something behind me and fell hard onto the cold marble floor of the private room. A sharp pain shot through my abdomen, and I cradled my stomach, screaming in agony. Ashton’s face showed a flicker of concern as he reached out to help me, but he said dismissively, “It’s just a fall. You’ll be fine.”

The silver thread glimmered like a dying star between my fingers as I pulled the final stitch. I had spent weeks carving a masterpiece out of a mess, breathing life into a gown that was little more than a hand-me-down from Nora, the chief maid. It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead.

She was busy thinking about her mistakes that made her this easy of a target by everyone. Once the girls were gone she continues to clean despite the pain she was feeling. She knew it. It was really bad for her to come close to those beautiful people. After cleaning she went out of the building with a portion of her face red. She's used to the pain but not with the insults. It was still hurting her even if it's going on for years now. "Keep your head up Braun, you might trip." Sasha glance up and saw Eustone leaning against the wall with a smile that immediately faded when he saw her face. The expression he was showing was kind and it reminded her of a beautiful springtime. A spring... ***

She lay down, eager to listen. The book he was reading was about a tribal leader in Africa who was prideful of all his achievements and ruled his family with an iron fist. All his achievements, however, came crashing down when the colonial powers entered his village and stripped his people of their dignity, culture and way of life. In the end, the protagonist killed himself out of depression over losing his pride.

Hoodie up, but it didn’t hide how his gaze tracked her every move. She finished roll, closed the register, turned to the board. “Today we keep going with Things Fall Apart. Page 92. Discuss the scene where Okonkwo beats his wife during the Week of Peace. Five minutes in pairs, then we share.” The room filled with the rustle of pages and low murmurs. She walked the aisles slowly, clipboard in hand, listening to bits of conversation. When she reached the back row she paused behind Yusuf’s desk. “Thoughts?” she asked quietly.

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Every chief, every elder, and even the Alpha King himself… Diego. The name thrummed through me like a secret I shouldn’t keep repeating, but couldn’t stop. Our lands were unrecognizable. Where the woods were usually wild and untamed, now lanterns strung high among the branches cast a golden glow. Long tables made of carved oak had been dragged into the clearings, their surfaces polished and lined with fine woven cloths. The younger wolves ran errands under the strict commands of their elders, while the older ones gave instructions in clipped tones, voices carrying over the crackling fires already being prepared for the feast.