Book Picking Up The Pieces Novels & Stories

Jayne said excusing herself Eva stood up and walked around the room for a while, the bookshelf was filled up with books, she picked up book ,an odd one, others had a smooth cover with dull colors but this one was covered with something that looked like glass, with the book inside but it didn’t really hide the fact that the book has been here for a while She opened it and it was Jayne when she was younger with her mom, her dad and a boy who stood beside her putting his hand around her neck

When I got home, I pulled out my suitcase and started packing. There really wasn't much that was truly mine, only a few outfits, some everyday medications, a photo album, and a handful of little things Brandon had casually given me over the years. I folded my clothes into the suitcase, then walked over to the fireplace and tossed some of the old gifts in. They were things like dried moonflowers, a dusty scarf, and a hair clip I'd never wear again. The flames caught them and quickly turned them black.

How can three different Aries buy it when there are only six copies? She sighed and picked it up. She felt something hard. Is that a business card? She brought it out. It was a platinum unlimited credit card. She turned the back and saw a name. Aries Walker. She gasped in disbelief. That Aries? She searched and behold, her beloved Aries' picture popped up looking as handsome as always. Her heart thumped madly. Impossible! The ruthless billionaire who was above the law. He was cruel, a killer. He hates loose women and gold diggers, he avoids women. He once killed a woman who tried to pin a pregnancy on him. Generous dowry? Forget the dowry the man could buy twenty Wilson corporations. And she

I groaned; I wish Pru had been with me so she could figure it out. I slipped my hand into my back pocket and grabbed my phone. I snapped a couple of pictures of some of the pages to show Pru in hopes she could figure some of them out. I flipped through and found a page that had been torn halfway out of the book. I snapped a picture before closing the book and pushing it back on the shelf.

On our eighth anniversary, my boyfriend, Liam Daniels, dragged me along to plan his marriage proposal. That exact morning, my pregnancy test came back positive. Outwardly, I teased him for ruining the surprise. Privately, I called everyone I knew to brag. My parents wept over the phone, saying time flew by too fast. My best friend, Mia Kyle, promised to beat him up if he ever stepped out of line. Even my older sister, Sarah Davis, choked up, swearing she would be there no matter how busy work got. On the big night, I wore the white dress Liam bought me. When I stepped into the venue, I realized the proposal had been transformed into a full wedding reception. I watched Liam Daniels

I slowly stood and moved toward the door. I opened it. The hallway was empty. I stepped outside. Nothing. I looked both ways. Whoever had been there was gone. I returned to the room and locked the door. My hands were no longer steady. I opened the book again. The final section was damaged. Several pages were missing. Not torn recently. They had been removed years ago. I ran my finger along the edge. Someone had deliberately taken them. I searched the drawer. Nothing. I searched beneath the desk.

Books spilled. He picked up one. Flipped through it. Then dropped it like trash. “Oops.” I bent to pick them up. Hands shaking. Someone stepped on my fingers. Didn’t apologize. Just laughed. I stood. Books against my chest like armor. Walked past them. Head high even though my heart hammered.

One of the assistants came over to take off the mic still attached to me, in the process, her arm knocked into the bookshelf. A few of the books on it were knocked down. One, dropping down painfully on my feet. “I’m so sorry.” She blurted, bending down to gather all the books. I bent to help her. After picking up a few of the books, I made to carry them over to the table when my eyes suddenly caught on the one at the very top. I didn’t know how many times I could claim coincidence for some of the things between London and I. But this, this was definitely not a coincidence.

“Oh, sorry. I just wanted to know if I can come pick you up now.” “Yes, you can.” “Okay. I'll see you in 10.” “10? Is your–” I wanted to ask if his workplace was near but he had ended the call. I continued browsing through the books noting what I'd like to read the next time I'm here. I know I have found a safe haven here. Packing the books I want to read currently, I dropped them at Claire's table and she bid me goodbye after going through the books and letting me know when I should return them.

Now, I know better that it was all for my perfection; just like gold in a fiery furnace. Yes, I had what it takes, but I rather left them inactive. The key that unlocks the gratified part of my life was nearer than I anticipated. The piece I've been searching for to end my howls was right inside of me. Although it took me longer than necessary to be where I am now, I'm glad that I could get myself on the right track so juvenile bones would not repeat my misapprehensions, and suffer from the inability to live above life challenges which have been my weakness - the tool the adversaries used to fight me until I could set off the potent power of the piece that should perfect my life.