Falling To Pieces Script Novels & Stories

~~Alex~~ Everything was spinning out of control like the universe had decided to collapse in on itself and take everything I loved along with it. Within a few hours, everything Jay and I had built everything we’d fought to protect was bleeding out in front of me. The footage still played behind my eyelids every time I blinked. Lena her eyes blank, her movements jerky and inhuman standing at the top of the stairs. Jay’s soft, confused voice asking what she was doing there. And then… that push. That horrifying, slow-motion fall.

Rushing in her heels, she abruptly slipped. “Argh!” she cried out as her body fell to the floor uncontrollably. As Charmine fell, the antique vases and scrolls nearby were destroyed as every paper was smudged by one another. A loud and crisp tearing sound was heard as the papers were torn in her fall. Eight writings were torn apart, the scrolls landed on the floor, and the shafts cracked upon falling. Charmine fell to the floor and landed on the antique vases. Those vases were in a pile and thus, as she fell, every vase fell onto the floor as they shattered.

Across the sky panels, I see cracks forming. Each crack pulses in rhythm with the ache inside me. “You want exceptional?” he says softly. “Let’s escalate.” He lifts his hand. The city below freezes. Cars halt mid-motion. People suspended mid-step. Time isolates me. Then— The air tears open beside me. Dylan falls through it. Hard. He lands on one knee, breath ragged, eyes wild. The moment he looks up and sees me— The heat detonates. It is not gentle reunion. It is collision.

The ground shook, as all sorts of boxes, ceramic and plastic fell down onto the floor, and rolled, kicked outwards and away by Lila, towards the chest of drawers, the ironing board, and the walls. Some of the boxes broke, unclasping, to allow an entire waterfall array of items to fall to the ground, all over the carpet, streaming down the grooves of uneven fibres like water falling through the uneven grooves of rocks outside. Jasper winced, at the ensuing flood rolling through the room, obscuring the carpet and pooling around the legs of the furniture and Lila, and forced himself to breath to the counts of five, closing his eyes to the world and the reality around him, clutching his fists cl

He just needed to make a single phone call to ruin Brutus' life for good. Soon, Brutus found himself at the mercy of everyone he crossed paths with. His company went bankrupt, and his creditors even managed to find him and give him a few good beatings.

Would I ever use my life just to win affection and pull something that vile? After their ridiculous attempts at consolation, Mom finally straightened her back, regaining her usual cold and hard demeanor. "I'm going to the center tomorrow and exposing this lie myself. I swear I'll break her legs if Connie's not in that morgue. And that trainee healer can forget about working under me ever again!" Maybe even the Moon Goddess couldn't stand to watch. Rain began to fall outside the window. Their careless, mocking words felt like claws slashing across my face. At the moment, I finally understood they truly wished I was dead.

Then— CRASH. The plate slipped from my hands, shattering at my feet. Silence. They heard. They saw. *Fuck*

My body dropped instantly, just like a kite that had lost its string. The wind screamed in my ears as I fell. Faintly, I could still hear the manic laughter coming from the twelfth floor. The overwhelming weightlessness wiped out every thought in my mind. Then, my body crashed into the ground with a violent impact. It felt like every bone in me shattered at once. Pain shot through me like sharp knives, spreading from my right leg throughout my entire body. I could feel the bone in my right leg break. The agony was so intense that I couldn’t stop myself from groaning. Sweat and tears poured out uncontrollably, soaking my clothes in seconds.

She staggered back, clutching her arm as blood trickled down her skin. The set erupted into chaos. Crew members rushed toward her, their faces pale with shock. “Someone call for help!” one assistant shouted, while others scrambled to assess the situation. “Olivia! Are you okay?” someone yelled, but the words felt muffled to her ears. The pain was sharp and immediate, sending waves of nausea through her. From the corner of her eye, she saw Marissa standing frozen, a look of disbelief on her face. It was as if she realized what she had done, but instead of concern, there was an unmistakable hint of satisfaction lurking beneath her expression.

Three days later, it was the night of the full moon. The mate bond between Brandon and me was about to break completely. I went to the lighthouse by the sea. It was right by the water, and moonlight covered the stones in silvery patterns. "Can you still hold on?" Vera steadied me. I nodded. Over the past few days, the physical toll of the breaking bond had gotten worse. My chest would tighten from time to time, and occasionally even breathing felt like something was pulling at me.