Book Fragile Novels & Stories

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

God, please! But it was too late for me. He kicked in my bathroom door, and he smirked at me, like "you can't run from me you whore." Then he grabbed me by hair. {Amy screaming 😱} let me go. Let me go. He slapped me so hard that I saw stars. Before I knew it I fainted. * a few minutes later*

He had no choice but to depend on Sarah, who worked to support him and their child. Even so, he would often beat and berate her, blaming her for losing his wealthy lifestyle and promising career. He drank heavily every day until he broke his leg in a drunken fall, which made Sarah's life slightly easier. Now, Sarah looked worn down by time. She appeared haggard and aged, seeming a decade older than our peers. Once upon a time, we were the admired beautiful couple, the talk of the campus. These days, I rarely needed to attend business functions personally, and I no longer had to engage in drinking contests. Over the years, I had maintained strict discipline, losing my beer belly and gaining s

[Not detailed scene] A beautiful smile as if it was an arisen flower and those innocent eyes could steal anyone's despicable heart and the glamorous words could be used as a deadly weapon. No one could reckon that a man who had an angelic appearance with a gentle smile would have a beast inside the heart. A perfect man who had flaws hidden inside. 'Yet again, he was the one I wanted. The man I craved for the moment my eyes landed on him.' ———

Or maybe to myself, for still believing against all reason that things could ever stay quiet for long. A tear slipped free, tracking down my cheek. I wiped it away with the heel of my hand, angry at myself for breaking so easily. I’d survived too much to fall apart every time the ground shifted under my feet. But that was the thing about hope it was fragile. And every time it cracked, I felt all the old fissures inside me threaten to split wide open again. I pushed up from the bed and began to pace. The baby shifted again, as if they could sense my restlessness..

If someone walked in on me now, all they would see is fragility. They would see a girl trembling with grief, holding a glass to her skin like she didn’t know if she wanted to bleed or to cry. And then, they would feel sorry for me. I ran the edge of the glass just above my wrist, not deep, just enough to sting. And while I did, I imagined Damien rushing in, his eyes widening, and his voice breaking as he begged me.

We traveled far and wide, following the breadcrumbs left behind, and faced obstacles that tested our resilience. But in the midst of the search, we discovered something even more profound—the power of forgiveness and the strength of family bonds. As the pieces of our fragmented history fell into place, we unraveled the layers of pain and misunderstandings that had plagued us for so long. Through tears and heartfelt conversations, we shared our deepest wounds and offered forgiveness, recognizing that the path to healing lay in releasing the burdens of the past. Our love, once again, became the catalyst for transformation and growth, as we embraced the sibling who had been kept from us for far

The pungent scent of liquor hung heavily in the air, mixing with the unmistakable odor of despair. What has he done to himself? My heart raced as I rushed to his side, panic flooding my veins when I noticed the unsightly bruises that marred his body and the blood-soaked bandages wrapping his head. I stared at him through a haze of tears, my heart aching at the sight of the man I once knew in such a dismal state. It felt like a piece of my soul was being crushed under the weight of his suffering. With trembling hands, I carefully wrapped my arms around him, trying to lift him up, but he hissed in pain and groaned softly. It was then that I caught sight of the bandages binding his ribs—evidenc

I am too fragile for that. . . . …....

"I am so clumsy. I am sorry. My hands are still cold from yesterday." The tea left a dark stain on the linen. Where the liquid sat thick, it left a faint gray ring, like dirty water. The metallic smell got stronger as it spread. "Look what you did," she snapped. "I will clean it," Finn said quickly, stepping forward with a cloth. His hands shook. "No," I said, still looking at Seraphine. "It is my mess. Lady Seraphine brought a rare gift, and I ruined it. I should have been more careful."