Book Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

“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

[CAIUS HOUSE] Crash. The television fell to the ground and broke into pieces. Bonnie walked to the broken part of the television. She took the metal part and slammed it on the table. The glass table shattered into pieces. "I won't let it happen. Not under my watch!" She knelt beside the broken table. She raised her hand, her eyes dark with intent. "Argh!" she yelled, shoving her hand deep into the pieces. "It can't happen! No!"

“It’s broken so it means . . .” “The dark soul was out of the stone,” Wendy concluded as my stomach tied a knot. I noticed a tear escaping from her eye—the tear that screamed trouble. My mind hung in the air as I stared distantly past Wendy. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, it was impossible. The gemstone was concealed inside that box, but as it fell on the ground and it broke into pieces, the remnants of the glass cluttered on the flooring, it must’ve damaged the gemstone.

A few steps further from the living room led me to my dimly lit room. I dropped my suit on the sofa close to the king sized bed, unbuttoning my shirt in preparation for a cool bath. I was almost done with my buttons until I heard the shattering of glass. After liars, I hated clumsiness and my workers were quite aware. As I turned around with furrowed brows, my lips parted in surprise. It wasn't any of my workers. It was Georgia. During the period of realization, she pushed down another vase, staggering her way inside the room.

Something cracked inside me. "I don't know much about Rhodium, but s-since when does it break and turn to s-sand?" Kaylee stammered, eyes wide and horrified. She set her glass aside, hands trembling. We both bent down, staring at the mess. It wasn’t metal. It was sand. Fine, grainy sand. No! No, no, no! I picked up another bar and dropped it to the floor. It crumbled instantly. Rage exploded in my chest. I grabbed an entire cart and shoved it over. The sound echoed across the warehouse as every last piece broke apart.

Before I lost in the darkness. When I opened my eyes I was in this big room on a bed. I looked beside me with a lot of fear that someone slept with me again but there's no naked man beside me this time. And I am also full clothed. I got up from the bed and in panick I hit with a table and a vase falls on the ground loud. I kneeled down as I was seeing the pieces . The broken glass pieces. Just like me. They have broken me just like these glasses. Shattered me. I looked at the broken glasses. Should I just?? Maybe this is the only chance I get to do this.

She broke off, sobbing into her hands. Dominic clenched his fists at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. The sight of her broken and battered filled him with a rage he couldn’t place—at the men who’d done this, at himself for putting her in harm’s way, and at the entire situation as he saw his life spiral out of control. A soft knock on the door interrupted the moment, and a doctor entered, her expression sad. “Mr. Hale, Mrs. Hale, I’m sorry, but I must speak with my patient.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

Once Martin had gotten down from the chair and stared at the lightbulb in his hand, Zora asked, "What is that?" "I am not sure," Martin said, examining the bulb with Zora looking on. The black thing appeared to have come with the bulb. Because there was no opening around the lightbulb, Martin broke it, and Zora widened her eyes. She had two lights diagonally positioned in the room and now Martin had broken one. Martin examined the black thing which looked like broken pieces of metal. He frowned wondering why a lightbulb would have some broken pieces of metal inside it. The strange thing about the metal too, is that it looked burnt.