Book Fragile Novels & Stories

It was 8:30am. "I have to go check on Noel.." I mumbled. I got up from bed and brushed my teeth and headed out of my room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Hazel sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room with a book in her hand. "Did she fall asleep while reading?" I smiled and walked towards her. On my way, I ended up bumping into the marble vase on the table beside her and it shattered on the floor with a loud clank. Surprised by the loud noise, Hazel woke up and stared at me, and then at the floor where the broken pieces laid.

But every time he thought of those indecent photos, and every time he looked at his home that was missing its mistress, the pain in his chest became too much to bear. He was afraid he would break if he stepped inside. But after a week, intense and endless longing filled his every thought. He had no choice but to seek comfort in the remnants of past happiness. When they stepped into the chamber and saw the mutilated tapestries inside, Liam's face went deathly pale. He frantically grabbed the tapestries and turned them over one by one. In a panicked voice, he muttered, "No… No, this can't be. It's impossible! Where's Mom?"

I choke in broken sobs as she took me in her arms and rubs my back in comfort. "Elliott," Sarah says with concern as she breaks me from my flashback. "We're home, Jessie has been trying to get your attention." "Sorry," I say quietly. I take the offered crutches and head inside. I lower myself in my reclining chair and Jessie sits across my lap. She trails her finger along the scar on my face and I close my eyes. I feel the chair recline and she adjusts herself in my lap. "Can I get you guys anything," Sarah asks softly.

Sheer agony. "The little girl was battered in such a barbaric manner. The brutality of her perpetrators was evident in every part of her body. She had a fractured skull and two fractured limbs. She had severe cuts on her buttocks and it was pretty obvious that she had been sexually assaulted in the most despicable manner. It was so bad that it looked as if her rectum would fall off. Cigarette burns were all over her back. Her skin was broken in most places due to lashings. Even the paramedics and authorities wept. To add to that, she was severely malnourished. The mere fact that she healed remains a miracle in the medical field. I cannot go on my love, but that little girl was you Aria. My p

I took the first gulp then handed over to her, then it came to my conscious when she stood there disapprovingly watching as I hand over a glass of wine to her. "Oh, forgive me. I forgot. How's the baby doing?" I added. She hearing me speak of her baby sent cold chills through her body. I cook see her trembling feet and her shaky hands, also the heat dripping from her forehead even as the weather was as cold as ice. "Don't you dare speak of my baby ever again." Her voice became shaky and her eyes of rage. "Why?" I asked dropping the empty glass of wine I on the counter. "What?" She asked as she knew not of what I ask of.

It was the one I had embroidered for him when I was obsessed with embroidery as a teenager. Eyeing Carl coolly, I declared, "It's over between us, Carl." I smacked his hand, knocking the handkerchief out of his grasp. It fell onto the candle on the table. Instantly, the flames devoured it. Carl fearlessly reached out to grab the handkerchief, but most of it had been reduced to ashes already. With a dazed expression, he looked at me and asked, "You won't even let me keep something to remember you by?"

My eyes burned with unshed tears. “Broken people are not fragile.” Alexei stilled at my dead voice. “Even the world is scared of broken shards of glass.” He let out a deep chuckle matching the darkness of the night. I stayed still even when he pulled away, his warmth stripping away leaving me standing small in front of him.

She send people to drug him just to marry into his family Looking at the words written on the papers one by one, she felt like her world which was already cracked were collapsing at her speed she could not catch up no matter how much she ran

{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.

' Jessa says and I cannot help but think she is one of the most foolish people I have ever crossed paths with, no in fact, she is the most stupidest person I have come across with so far. I cannot believe she just fell for my act just like that. Haha now, I am even feeling sad for her innocent self. She is too fragile for this world. 'I could give Edmond back to you but I do not think he would want you back plus I think you are probably over him now, right?' I ask her with a slight smirk playing on my lips. I stare at her intently waiting for her reply,as well as studying her reaction to the mention of Edmond's name but her reaction is neutral.