Book Fragile Novels & Stories

It cracks under her touch. I grapple for the post, it breaks. Too fragile. I can't...I can't get enough of her. Not like this. I slide out of her, even if I don't want to. The dresser isn't strong enough either. The walls seem fine until she slams me into it and it cleaves under my back.

“Because you will start seeing me as a fragile woman and then you are going to be forced to treat me differently. As someone you have pity for and I didn't want any of that” “You are not fragile Bella. You are the strongest woman I have ever known” “Don't lie to me please” she said with tears in her eyes. “I am not lying to you. A woman who is fragile wouldn't face the media, take in so much betrayal and heartbreak and now this. But yet with everything that has happened in your life, you are still fighting and that is not weakness. It is strength” I said, trying my best to reassure her that I would always stand by her.

Fragile. I turned, and my soul split open. “Mama…” She was crumpled on the floor, scarlet spilling across the hardwood like spilled wine, her amber eyes dulling into glass. Her shirt clung to the wound in her side, blood gushing in a relentless tide. “No, no, no—stay with me.” I ripped the throw blanket from the couch and pressed it against her wound, my hands slick with her blood. She flinched but didn’t cry out—she didn’t have the strength.

The conversation I had with Miguel was nerve-racking. It didn’t leave my head the moment we stopped our conversation. It repeated like a broken record, continuously replaying in my head enough to not let me sleep. When he showed no feeling towards me, it was the moment I knew I messed everything up. I should’ve known better, not to hurt him with the anxiety I fed to myself. I should’ve been brave enough to stand up for our relationship but I became a coward. He wouldn’t have turned his back on me. He wouldn’t have been disappointed by my lack of honesty. And I couldn’t help but loathe myself, knowing that we wouldn’t have ended here if I didn’t become so fragile.

Something I know will ache for a long time. But I also know this: This pain? It won’t define me. He broke me, yes. He shattered something in me I hadn’t even realized was fragile. But I’m still here. And someday — maybe not soon, but someday — I’ll be whole again.

When I reached there I saw Liara already standing there. “You are fucking late you know that?” Liara ask me. “Yeah my bad. So you got the things?” I ask her quickly. I became so impatient when it comes to drugs “Yes but have you bring the money?” Liara ask me raising one of her eye brow. “Yes so what is it this time?” I ask. “Great. It is this pills this time. But it is not normal pill. I hear it is pretty rare. So it costs double” She said.

“And something else. There’s a new structure forming. It’s not Helix. It’s not the mirror. It’s... a fabric.” Eleni frowned. “What kind of fabric?” “Threaded,” Jessica said. “Deliberately incomplete. It only holds together when people participate. If they stop, the nodes fall silent again.” Lena whispered, “It’s teaching us fragility.” They left Zurich again the next day.

Half-shrouded by a broken overhead bulb no one ever fixed. Before he could sit, she was there. Raven. Her heels tapped softly, black lace gloves on her hands, a bottle of whiskey balanced against her hip. No smile. Not at first. She poured him a glass—slow, careful, like it mattered. Reyes stared at the glass. Then at her. “The farmhouse—Bramley Lot—it’s gone,” he said. “They burned it. Nothing left but bones and ash.” Her hands froze for a second. Then she finished pouring and set the bottle down.

Sofia walked in and seemed to be blindly reaching for something, tripping over her own feet. “I need it, I need it, where is it?” She spoke confusedly, groping around the things in the room without really seeing them and rubbing her arms again. I closed the door and went to meet her immediately. “Where is what, Sofia?” I asked, holding her hands once more to prevent her from scratching herself any further. I could already see some blood spots where the fingernail had broken through the flesh. She hardly seemed to mind this.

The stairs led me down to what appeared to be a storage room of sorts. Inside, numerous wooden baskets were strewn away, each bearing the word “fragile” in bold letters. The air was heavy with dust, causing my nose to ache slightly. The room appeared to hide secrets, hinting at untold mysteries, leaving me with an unsettling feeling that I had stumbled on something unexpected and cryptic. I approached the light, and there I saw the glass cage. Memories of my discomfort rushed back; if my back could talk, it would have cursed me endlessly for putting it through such a painful experience.