Apocalyptica Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

The winter of 1981 had been brutal, being pregnant during that winter had made her mother Layla cruel , who was already short tempered, and waspish, by nature, nearly unapproachable. Sara’s Father who had been bursting at the seams with joy over becoming a Father , had been forced out of their lives, by Layla’s increasingly hostile behavior. Finally being told to leave, and to never come back, after Layla had torn open a deep gouge on the side of his head with a well thrown glass rum bottle. Michael had been crushed by this. More so because he would never get to watch his daughter grow up, something he had always wanted as he never had love and care from his childhood, this is because he wou

"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.

{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.

Cracks tore through the illusion’s form. “You are the grief I never allowed myself to heal.” The illusion shattered, splintering into hundreds of silver shards. “And I release you.” The shards dissolved into mist. Silence fell. Alessia collapsed to her knees, hands shaking violently. She gasped for air, each breath uneven and painful. Her whole body trembled—but her core did not collapse. It steadied, painfully and slowly, but it steadied. Kael’s voice reached her again, faint through the barriers.