Falling To Pieces Script Novels & Stories

Then, they turned into powder and disappeared. They were cracking, and the platform where Samuel was standing was crumbling. Countless boulders shattered and fell to the ground. Bang! The platform was completely broken into countless pieces, falling down with a loud bang. Samuel, who was on the platform, lost his center at this time and fell all the way down from an unknown height. Below was an endless amount of darkness. Even if Samuel struggled, he was no different from an ordinary person falling from the sky. However, it was futile and only added desolation.

I took a step backwards only for the ground to tear apart with splinters of wood gaping from the torn apart floor revealing a bottomless pit. My legs grew weak as I lost my footing and tumbled to the ground my butt violently colliding with the floor, rogue splinters pierced my flesh as the shattered wood tore through my ivory thighs with blood seeping within the fine grain of wood. I kicked my foot back and caught my ankle on the jagged shards tearing open a fresh would with the crimson blood flowing freely within the bottomless pit before me. I winced from the pain as I dug my nails into the floor, my thumbnail snapped as I gripped the floor from desperation as the thought of falling throug

I could make out through my blurry focus that Scarlet was trying to drag herself towards me, telling me something but I couldn't hear her. I could hear the things falling, falling into pieces. I could feel my roof collapsing, and that's when I lifted my eyes above. The ceiling that was over our basement, crumbled and I watched it fall, Fall on us in slow motion. And I watched it fall, transfixed by it all. Because I knew that I couldn't do anything anymore. I welcomed the pain that came when the ceiling covered me beneath it, taking my breath away. ***********************************************************************************************

The expensive chronograph fell, clattering loudly against the hardwood floor, the glass crystal fracturing into a web of tiny silver cracks. ​That small, insignificant sound—the breaking of a piece of glass—was the final blow that shattered the dam. ​A sudden, sharp sob tore from my chest, a sound so raw, so guttural and foreign, that it didn't even sound like it belonged to me. My knees, already weakened by the lingering poison of the sedative, completely gave out. I collapsed heavily onto the floor beside the bed, my back sliding down the wooden paneling until I was curled into a ball on the carpet, my face buried in my hands.

As the circle shattered, the ground shook violently beneath them. Camela and Vincent held onto each other tightly as their world crumbled beneath them. The voice of the paper-based figure boomed over the collapsing chaos: "If you refuse to betray each other…Then I will choose who betrays you." With a loud sound of explosion, the ground split apart, sending them flying away from each other. Camela reached desperately for Vincent’s hand but he was engulfed by darkness first before she could grasp his hand. Her scream echoed through the collapsing hall— And she fell alone.

But before she could lean into him, before the fragile moment could shatter into something more, Daniel’s voice cut through the air, sharp and urgent. “Lights.” They flickered. Once. Twice. Then the apartment went dark.

The first fracture in the fragile bond they had built. Snow melted on her cheeks. She didn’t know if it was from the cold or tears. “Elara,” Lucian whispered, voice cracking, “Let me explain.” But she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. Marek opened the car door. “Elara you can come inside.” She looked between the two men One who frightened her and One who broke her. Both who wanted her. And she whispered four words that sliced Lucian open: “I don’t know you.”

' I gasp, swaying so violently I close my eyes, expecting to hit the floor, but when I open them again, I have somehow managed to manoeuvre the TV in front of the window. Crawling onto the four-poster bed, I lie on my back, staring at the canopy above my head, my breathing so laboured I know I am going to die. Then I draw back my legs and kick the TV as hard as my little remaining strength will allow. It rocks a little on its support, and I close my eyes. All that effort for nothing. The blackness is closing in so fast I am too weak to prevent it. I don't hear the massive crash as the TV falls forward with its own momentum, hitting the already shattered glass and exploding outward to fall on

But it felt like everything was crashing before it even began. And deep down, I knew this wasn’t over. Not with Alyssa still in the picture. Not with Jillian still so distant. Not with my heart so shattered.

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.