Falling 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

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.

“Look at yourself! Suspicious, jealous, and always imagining the worst. “You’re nothing like the thoughtful woman you used to be. You grew up on the streets, Clea. “You could never compare to someone like Fran, who has wealth and grace. “If you have the energy to make up lies, you’re clearly not that sick. “Stay home, reflect on yourself, and clean up the place before I get back. And don’t call me.” The door slammed shut behind him as silence swallowed the room. Then I felt a wet warmth between my legs. The life inside me was slipping away. With the last of my strength, I reached for my phone and called my best friend, Lina Lester.

The want in me had a taste, metallic and hot. My breathing came faster now, shallow and urgent. I rubbed my palms against my jeans until the skin burned. The apartment felt too small. Every clock ticked loud, like a countdown I hadn’t consented to. I was falling apart….my whole life was falling apart and I felt utterly helpless.

“Everything's falling apart." All her plans, all her efforts, seemed to be crumbling around her. She slumped back in her seat, feeling defeated and helpless. “No, no.” She covered her face, sobs wracking from her throat. Lucas pulled her close and cradled her in his arms. He patted her hair gently while she cried in his arms. “It's okay, babe.” Valerie shook her head, her eyes fixed on Adam's car as it drove away. "It's not," she whispered. "It's not okay.” ‎

A single hand reached upward, the tiny fingers curled as though seeking mine, seeking protection I had failed to provide. I fell to my knees beside her, the world around me narrowing into red, black, and white. Rage coiled tight in my chest, twisting, burning, a storm no man could weather. I touched her cheek, cold and unyielding, and felt the emptiness that replaced the warmth I had always taken for granted. “Lana…” I whispered, voice breaking, though no one could hear. There was no salvation here, no mercy, only consequences. And the consequence, the living reminder of human frailty and the audacity of my enemies, had been taken from me.

One moment I was standing in a room full of controlled chaos, watching Lydia walk away from me, and the next, everything I had built was unraveling in real time. All of it. At once. I leaned back slightly, staring at the screen in front of me, numbers dropping, messages flooding in, everything collapsing faster than it could be contained. “Oh,” I said quietly. A pause. “Wow.” I picked up my phone again, my voice steady now. “Book the next flight back,” I told her.

The class reunion had just ended when the villa hosting it suddenly collapsed. Priscilla Hobbs and I were both trapped beneath a massive concrete slab. Her legs were pinned down by steel bars, while mine had been crushed, the pain unbearable. Joel Xander arrived with the rescue team at this critical moment. One of his subordinates hesitated and asked, "Mr. Xander, Mrs. Xander's condition doesn't look good. Should we get her out first?" But without a second thought, Joel picked up his tools and began prying the slab off Priscilla.

"You're the one who allowed this. You're the one who shattered the trust we had." her words hung heavily in the air, drowning them in a sea of silence. The room seemed to hold its breath, witnessing the demise of a once-promising love story. With a heavy heart, Lena stormed towards the bedroom, her footsteps echoing with frustration and sorrow. Each step resonated with the shattered remnants of a love she had once held dear. Determination fueled her movements as she flung open her luggage, the sound of the zipper ripping through the tense silence. Her belongings were carelessly thrown inside, the loud clatter echoing her inner turmoil.

The asphalt lifted up like a black ocean. Julian's body became solid again. He stumbled forward, catching the edge of the desk as the platform beneath them started to tilt. Julian yelled "Elara! The book is closing! The core is dumping everything into the world! We're falling back to the city!" The office chair slipped from under Elara as she slid down the wet desk. The laptop and keyboard slid past her plunging into a vortex of black water that had opened where the highway used to be. Elara did not let go of the journal. She held it to her chest as she fell backward into the dark, freezing void.