Falling Apart Book Novels & Stories

With each floor, I felt pieces of myself cracking, breaking, falling away. By the time we reached Harper's floor, I was barely holding it together. She unlocked her apartment, pulled me inside, and locked the door behind us. The moment I heard that lock click, something in me gave way completely. I collapsed. Not gracefully. Not cinematically. Just... collapsed. My legs stopped working and I went down hard, suitcase clattering beside me, and the sound that came out of me was animal. Raw. Broken. "I've got you." Harper was on the floor with me, arms around me, holding me while I shattered. "Let it out. Just let it out."

Lucy's Pov "Oh my God!" I exclaimed as my eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. If you think it was an exclamation of excitement, you were so, so, so, totally wrong. Like what the fuck? We were standing in front of an old worn out shack that had bits of its foundation falling or dare I say, crumbling off. It looks like it's situated beside a creek from the splashing of water that I heard. It's caramel coloured paint had peeled and it wasn't a very good sight If I do say so myself.

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

Isabelle's chest was heaving with a powerful combination of wrath, unsettling need, and rising resistance. How could this arrogant, pretentious Alpha male make such inflammatory assumptions? She opened her mouth, preparing to lance him, when an unmistakable noise on his end gave her pause. The sound of fabric being torn was distinct. Her eyes fluttered shut despite herself, excitement sheening her skin as slick pictured him throwing off that tantalizing robe and standing gloriously naked before her. Her knees trembled as she saw the vivid, scorchingly sensual image.

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"

“You won’t let Nate down he’s crazy about you. Now eat before it gets cold.” We ate lunch and left after Asher got the waitresses number. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.” He winked as we left the pizza place. Once I was home I notice that my book bag was sitting on the kitchen table along with my new laptop. I poured a drink for myself and Asher. The house was quiet and there was no sound from next door. I put on the telly and settled in to watch FBI:Most Wanted.

Though he finds her beautiful and all but dating her didn't cross his mind at all. The morning class went by fast and it was lunch break. Eustone and his new group of friends seated at one of the center tables which only popular students can sit on. They talked about random stuff that he doesn't really care about. Suddenly, they heard a metallic object fell on the floor. The noise disturbed everyone that made them stop eating. Everyone's eyes stared at the girl who's now picking up her spilt lunch. No one ran to help her and then suddenly they heard a laugh.

I’m not sure everything was going to be alright anymore. By the time I drag my feet out of the cafe and into the street my tummy is rumbling heavily, I haven’t even had anything to eat all day. I walk all the way home because I spent my last money going for an interview to be someone’s wife. And when I almost get the job I run out because I thought Jess was texting to give me the money for my rent. How pathetic of me. My feet an entire body is hurting when I round the corner to my apartment, the weather is already freezing cold and my tank top is doing nothing to protect me from it.

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.

Shattered Foundations Barbara stumbled through the city streets, her vision blurred by a torrent of tears. The once-familiar sights and sounds of the bustling metropolis faded into a blur as she fled the bar, her heart shattering with every step. Reaching the sanctuary of her apartment, Barbara slammed the door behind her, the finality of the action echoing through the empty space. Clutching the divorce papers in her trembling hands, she sank to the floor, her body wracked with anguished sobs.