Everything Fell Apart Novels & Stories

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

“But I think it’s the only way. We can’t keep pretending that everything’s okay when it’s not. I can’t pretend anymore, Althea.” I collapsed onto the edge of the bed, my knees giving way beneath me, my hands shaking as I tried to hold onto something—anything—that could keep me from falling apart completely. Tears flowed freely now, my heart breaking in ways I hadn’t known were possible, as if each tear was a fracture in the foundation of everything I thought we had.

11:59 p.m. "Happy 10th anniversary, my girlfriend!" With Blake West's handsome face before me and our friends watching expectantly, I closed my eyes and made a wish over the candles. 12:00 a.m. Blake immediately reached over and carefully removed the tiara tangled in my hair without pulling a single strand. His charming eyes curved into a teasing smile. "Happy breakup, ex-girlfriend." The private room erupted in cheers. "It's that time of year again! Congrats, Blake. You're a free man!" "Bets are open! If you think they'll get back together, place your bets with me. If you think they won't, go see Brooks!" Amid the flashing lights and pounding music, I remained quietly in my seat as

He fell asleep first, which almost never happened, especially not these days. But I couldn’t sleep. I laid there in the dark for a long while, just staring at the ceiling. My throat still hurt from earlier, and I could feel bruises forming where his fingers had been. But that wasn’t what bothered me. What bothered me was the way everything felt like it was falling apart. We’d won. The King was dead. The war was over. We were supposed to be happy. Supposed to be building our lives together. But instead, we were here. Broken and struggling and barely holding on.

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

Sofia Adams - April 2012 I was in my fifth meeting when I noticed a new member of the group leaning against the wall, far away from me. I waved cheerfully at Mick as he gave me a weak smile. He looked terrible... He had deep circles under his eyes, his hair was more disheveled than usual, and his clothes were wrinkled. A thin layer of sweat dripped from his face, almost in a sickly way. All of this, combined with his downcast expression and tired posture, led me to a conclusion: Mick was going through detox.

The utter devastation of what happened. I thought I had it all. The perfect love life with two perfect men. But it fell apart as everything does. The love splintered inside of me, shattering like a snow globe around my feet, but I didn't know if I could find all the pieces. If I'd be okay. "You knew?" Daxton breathed, lips pinching tight. "I can't believe this. First Theo, but you too, Ellie?" She flinched at his tone, hands shaking at my back.

Bella was stronger than I could ever be, she was both a mother and father to Dylan and that inspired me to fuel my relations. Watching Angelica resting her head on the nook of Bella's neck, I could not imagine another route my life could have taken. Having been through the ups and the downs of life, I finally realize that happiness is what truly matters not money although it helps not to struggle financially. My mind went back to the man I was years ago and a pang of regret hits me. Those were my demons that no one accepted, not even Angelica's mother. Only time would tell if this woman who, unknowingly has weaved her way into my heart would accept me for what I am. Or what I was.

And that’s the thing about change, I hate it. end of flashback So that’s brings us to the following morning, the eighth day. The day that the doctors deemed the last day intervention could work. Mum and Dad are not getting better, they’re only getting worse. And we are going to lose both of them. Both of them. Damien, Cole, Tate and me we are going to wake up tomorrow with no parents.

“I’m just thankful that we are still your mates, I was worried that things would end up being different with you not being a fallen.” I shook my head in shock. “What’s a fallen?” “They were angels in past lives and they’re used as tools to combat demons. They’re extremely rare because they’re normally killed off but you had survived. Baby, what I’m telling you is the truth.” He said. “This is a bit much for me to digest honestly, I barely know any of you.” I told him. A fallen? What’s he going on about things being different? I’m so confused. “I made you fall in love with me once, I’ll do it again.” He approached me and I felt tingles, proving that we were mates. He rested his forehead on to