Everything Falls Apart Book Novels & Stories

It just waits for you to find it… and fall apart in its hands. End of Chapter 5

After all these years, had he really chosen me? A pang of longing twisted in my chest as I set the book down on the table and cradled my face in my hands. The bitter taste of tears burned my eyes, and they spilled over, leaving damp stains on the pages beneath me. “Oh no!” I cried out, throwing the book down in frustration. The spine cracked and the pages began to detach. It felt like everything was slipping away from me, and my credibility was being torn apart.

I looked back at the woman, but I couldn’t see her anymore. The walls around us began to crumble, pieces falling to the ground with loud crashes. The dining table shook violently, and I tried to stand, but my legs felt like they were sinking into the floor. Everything was falling apart, like it always did. The happiness, the comfort, it was all slipping through my fingers, turning to dust before I could hold onto it.

Her face changed at once, and she said sternly, “This is the Beastkin Authority. Are you attempting to bribe us?” “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Can you at least give me her phone number?” I begged again. This was my last chance. “I'm sorry. She's already changed her number, and I don't have the new one.” Her answer left no opening. I knew no amount of begging would change the facts. All I could do was drag my exhausted body home. A home was supposed to be a warm, gentle place. Now it was nothing but an empty house, the whole of it draped in a vast hollowness.

The old man’s face turned gray, his lips growing bluer by the second. Marcus ran to his sire, and yanked him out of his friend’s clutches. Blackstone fell, cradling his left arm. His gaze met his son’s, eyes wide with fright. Slowly, the man’s breaths weakened and he sagged against the floor. Marcus lifted him, studying him closely. Death filled his eyes, just as had happened when Matthew’s life slipped away.

I can stare at the mess until I get a broom and throw what has become of my favorite wine glass away in the trash, accepting the fact that it can never be mended again. But I don't want to do that. Instead, I currently sit on the kitchen floor and cry against the cabinets at the messes I've made. And when I realize that there is a chance that everything I've caused may be unfixable, that's when I pitifully break down into complete and utter sobs. END OF BOOK 1

Collapsing on the hard floor, he leaned against the large bookshelf behind him as he gasped for air. "Leave me alone," he whimpered, tugging at his hair and he rocked back and forth. He came back to this house after five years, the place where all of his misery began because he wanted to face all of his fears and live like a normal human being. He didn't want to carry this burden anymore but all he could hear was the screams of his little sister and the wailing of his mother. He could not get rid of the gruesome image in his head, he felt suffocated so he resorted to banging his head against the large shelf, trying to get rid of the voices in his head.

Poverty would strain any marriage, especially for people like them who were already morally bankrupt and could only share wealth, not hardship. Having lost me as their pillar, their finances became suddenly tight. The place they rented was small and old. Donovan's work remained unstable, and the factory where Sloane worked had inconsistent business.

The office computers were all second-hand junk, and the desks and chairs weren't worth much either. The only thing that had any real value was the chassis salvaged from the burned remains of my workstation. Ironic, right? Still, I obtained a court enforcement order. Martin lost his apartment and his car. He was also placed on the list of debt defaulters. From then on, he couldn't take trains or flights or stay in decent hotels anymore. For someone who once called himself an elite, that kind of life was worse than death.

But once the truth came out, they suddenly believed that as long as they lowered their pride and apologized, they deserved forgiveness. I let out a cold laugh, gathered all my strength, and slapped Lucas hard across the face. "You disgust me." The car started. Without looking back once, I left the hospital behind. … "So what are you planning to do now?" I thought about it for a moment before taking out my phone and buying a plane ticket overseas. "I'm going to bow my head and rely on my dad. My dad was right. Not a single man in this world is any good." The bakery owner burst out laughing.