Everything Falls Apart Book Novels & Stories

While his body was ripped into pieces and no place in the library was free of blood. "Mike." I said barely above a whisper while tears kept on falling from eyes. My whole world had shattered into pieces and dust. *** Keep reading the book for more awaited fun especially in the next chapter. Love, EemanFaisal25

"Do you remember the year your mom passed away? We were seniors, and you said you had no home anymore. I held you that day and said I would marry you one day. We'll have children with you and give you a home again. Alan, I came to keep my promise." Outside the window, white funeral memorial ribbons drifted down in the wind. I suddenly felt dizzy. I was so furious I could faintly taste the blood in my throat. I knocked the velvet box to the floor. The ring, worth tens of thousands, rolled away and disappeared into some hidden corner.

"I hope these still work." The Last Editor slowly walked forward. His face remained hidden beneath the shadow of the lantern. Only his voice reached them. "Stories multiply." "Worlds multiply." "Choices multiply." "And eventually..." "...everything collapses beneath its own weight." Another drop of black ink struck the floor. A second aisle vanished. The books that had just been created from Adrian's journey faded into mist before anyone could touch them. The White Book trembled violently. Golden cracks spread across its cover. Adrian held it tightly.

She crossed the street slow, the way you do when you’re not sure if the ground beneath your feet is still yours. Her old apartment building loomed like a ghost at the end of the block. Five floors of faded brick and boarded-up windows. The place looked gutted. Hollow. Like it, too, had been doing time in its own way. She didn’t go inside. Instead, she turned the corner and walked toward the one place she still hoped would open its door. A narrow row house with chipping paint and flowerpots that had seen better days. Meekey climbed the stoop and knocked. Twice. Then waited.

Third-person POV Adrian enjoyed the entire day with his friends. It wasn’t until they arrived at the hotel that they were informed the birthday dinner and the reserved room had been fully canceled. Everyone was exhausted and hungry, and complaints immediately broke out. Still, deep down, they all understood. Being ignored so completely on her own birthday, Julia was bound to feel wronged. Bella’s nose reddened. Tears slowly slid down her face. "I’m sorry. Julia must be angry at me, so she’s throwing a tantrum. It’s all my fault for dragging everyone down. I should just leave."

I poured the rest of the ink onto the ground. --- ### The Cost of Free Will The world shook. The thousands of shacks didn't just change; they **collapsed**. We were no longer in a field. We were in a vast, ruined plain. The "Great Engine" was gone, but the "Real Earth" was exactly what Smith had said: a scorched, difficult place. But it was ours. The millions of people were no longer in lines. They were scattered across the dirt, looking at each other. Some were crying. Some were laughing. Some were just sitting in silence, feeling the weight of their own bodies for the first time.

I continue to smash and destroy everything within reach, each crash and clatter echoing the turmoil in my mind. A framed picture of Graham and me, once a symbol of our partnership, now feels like a mockery. I grab it and throw it with all my might, watching as it shatters into fragments. The glass cuts my hand, but I barely feel it through the haze of rage and despair. The bookshelf is next. I yank books from the shelves, flinging them across the room. The titles blur together as they hit the walls and floor with dull thuds. The room, once a place of order and control, is now a chaotic mess, mirroring the ruin of my life.

“Makes no sense to lie to me, Penny.” Penny fixed him with a look before she answered. If he wanted the truth she would give it to him. “None of this happened until after I met you in that diner. Since then, my life has turned upside down. Everything that I have worked so hard for is coming apart. I’m coming apart. I have nightmares. I woke up in a cold sweat. I’m frightened, no, terrified all the time. I try to pretend that I’m not. I try to trick myself into thinking all is well, but it isn’t. My life is ruined. And it all started to fall apart when you came into it.”

All of it had been undone in a matter of weeks. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected a man he barely recognized. Jaw unshaven. Eyes sunken. Suit wrinkled. Rage simmering beneath every breath. The whiskey bottle on the desk remained untouched. He didn’t need alcohol to fall apart, he was doing that naturally. Dante. Viola. The twins. The company. His mother’s humiliation. The headlines. Isla’s rising political glow overshadowing him like a mocking spotlight. Everything had slipped from his hands, and he was still trying to determine the moment the unraveling began.

“Did you change your mind?” I tried to speak. Nothing came out. My chest tightened, my throat burned, and suddenly I was crying. Not quiet tears. Real ones. Shaking. “I I lost everything,” I choked. “They came this morning. They destroyed my apartment. I don’t have anything left.” Grayson didn’t move. Didn’t interrupt. “I don’t have money,” I continued, wiping my face with my sleeve. “I don’t have a place to sleep. I don’t have anyone. I swear I tried, I tried to fix it myself.”