Book Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

Only one messaged from him and all my worries would be gone. “I hope he won’t get mad.” I whispered while staring the table out from the garden. Until now I couldn’t believe that our house was still the same. I thought Demir would let Laura lived here and changed everything. As I was about to stand the frame suddenly fell on the ground. My heart skipped in surprise to hear the loud bang and the broken pieces of glasses scattered on the ground. I was about to pick one of the broken glasses but it pinned on my fingers and so as my phone suddenly vibrated.

He told me he loves me every much even tho am broken, be said, he will protect me and my child so I trust him. Lucas didn't say much but listened as she told her story. Am sorry you and your daughter have to go through that nightmare. Now that your reunited with your daughter Amy, she will have a fatherly and motherly love that she has been craving.

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

Every saturday morning, the sun gleamed with pride. Thaddeus sat astride the window watching as tiny rain drops trickled down the window pane, descending in the house through the tiny crack in the roof. It should have been fixed by their dad a some sunny months ago... His thoughts flew out of proportion with the hard thuds he thought he'd heard on the weak door of his small house. Almost instantly there came a rapid second thud on the door. It was also as the first, if not harder. Whoever was knocking should be grateful Sarah was not home, it would...

Fuck those sacrifices. “No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you, that someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they won’t even watch where the pieces land. But through breakdown, you’ll learn that you’re strong, and no matter how hard they destroy you, you can conquer anyone. You’re strong, Melissa. I know, I’ve witnessed it. ” Eugene said softly.

My son had been in our suite for less than thirty seconds, and he had started destroying things. Thirty. Seconds. I stared at the shattered mahogany pieces in my hand in utter disbelief. “He’s barely been here a minute.” Fabian stepped into the room, a slow, impressed whistle escaping his lips. Fabian crouched beside me, inspecting the damage like a detective at a murder scene. “Wow,” he whispered reverently. “That is original mahogany too.” He looked at Maverick. “How did you even break this?” “I jumped on it!” Maverick announced proudly.

I stumbled into something, staggered for a while, and crashed to the floor. One of the bottles broke into pieces and the pieces scattered all over the place.

Instead, it atomised like a bomb in an explosion. Prior to this day, it had broken in every possible way. Slowly. Suddenly. Violently. Bluntly. Into two pieces and into ten, hundreds, thousands of them. Oftentimes it broke on its own, other times it had been shattered: through carelessness or cruelty, and thrown against the wall, it had left stains, almost like the gray one above her bed.