Apocalyptica Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

"I never would've thought things would get bad. Zac was perfect and... at the time, I was so happy with my life." All I wanted was to keep her happy and I knew she wasn't. For the first time since I've met her, I am in this moment seeing that she's been broken and bent into millions of pieces since she's been here. I always knew there was more to her. I knew something happened that hurt her but I would have never expected it to be this deep and life-altering.

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.

Feelings of dread came over her and she could feel her heart in her throat. Ally knew when she flipped the switch there would be another birthday surprise she wasn’t going to be able to handle. She flipped it anyways. Another great masterpiece painted by the late Leonardo da Vinci creeped into her mind, Last Supper, but the Rob Zombie edition. The birthday decorations where all still there. In fact, someone took great care to arrange all of the bodies in the chairs. Some were wearing party hats, other had noise makers in their mouths. Looking at the floor she saw Jeremy’s hair tousled and matted with blood. He was missing his arm, the one that sent her over the edge this morning. He wa

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

She looked in Dylan's eyes looking like a complete broken Angel. "You know this stupid part of my heart still had a little hope until the last moment. The hope that you will stop. The hope that you will believe me. But it never happened. That day you shattered the only part of my heart that learned to beat for you. You destroyed it, Dylan. You shattered my trust. My heart. And my soul. Please don't shatter me too much that I wouldn't even able to find my own destroyed pieces. I can't handle it anymore. "

And in the center of the ancient forest, the Moon’s Eye—the ancient temple hidden from all packs—flared to life with spectral light. Inside its walls, an altar began to rise. Upon it, a symbol appeared: a broken crescent devouring the stars. And beside it… a prophecy etched in fire: “Only the death of the Moonbreaker shall restore the bond. Only her sacrifice will silencethe storm.” A single tear of blood slid down the Hunter’s mask as he stared at the altar. “She was born to end the war,” he whispered. “Or become it.”

Her wolf’s unease mirrored her own, its instincts pushing her to fight back against the invisible chains of rejection. The soft sound of footsteps broke her focus. Cecilia turned to see Annie, her only friend in the lonely and empty life she now had. Annie stood near the door, her expression etched with concern. “Cecilia,” Annie said gently, her voice soothing like a warm breeze, "you're losing control again. What’s wrong?” Cecilia hesitated. How could she explain the depth of her pain? The sense of abandonment that no amount of reassurance could heal? Her wolf snarled softly, protective of the wound it carried.

LUCY The news struck me like a bolt of lightning, and the room whirled. Hailey was still alive. Despite all that was done to keep her down, she's still standing. Even worse, she had revived that brat, Alexia. How? Following all the meticulous planning and instructions given, how did things fail so badly? The porcelain fragments scattered over the floor like the fragments of my meticulously crafted plans and the vase I was holding broke against the wall. I screamed furiously in frustration and anger. I was so furious that my chest was heaving and my breathing was laboured. "How?" My voice reverberated through the deserted room as I screamed. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The prophecy

{song recommendation: Landfill by daughter} "Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You know your the only girl I want." Johnson said frantically. "Obviously not Jack. You slept with Ella of all people. Ella! One of my best friends. How could you?" She asked as more tears escaped her eyes. Johnson looked down in disappointment. Probably disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry." He said barely audible to hear over the loud music. "I fucking hate you!" She said as she ran out of the house in tears with me following her.