Fracture Me Tahereh Mafi Novels & Stories

Unknown person's POV, I stood at the extreme of the building while staring at the beauty with her eyes tied with a piece of black cloth across her face, to me I can't wait to have her in my arms, since the first day I set my eyes on her during the mafians party at Richard's place, I can't seem to get her off my mind, too bad she was already Richard's woman but I also took that as an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. Mere looking at Richard that day, I already knew this so called girl will be the downfall of him and that she is the only bait that can be used to capture Richard, I can't just wait to take Richard down and then take over his woman, it will sure be a great feat for me

It had been a full year since I first walked into the Amari Grace Project building, nervous and unsure, with barely more than a suitcase and a cracked heart. Twelve months later, I was no longer the same woman. I had rebuilt myself, slowly, steadily. Piece by piece. No longer shaped by fear or control, but by freedom, by healing, and by choice. Therapy wasn’t easy. There were weeks I cried more than I slept, and moments I nearly walked out. But I stayed. And for once, I didn’t run.

“But lately, he’s been so busy with missions that I hardly see him.” “Ah… I see,” Chateau replied, unsure how else to respond. “I just hope he visits me soon,” Tethia continued, her tone tinged with frustration. “It annoys me that Madison—his oldest woman—gets more of his attention these days than I do.” She rested her chin on one hand, slicing her pancake distractedly with the other. Chateau quietly observed, realizing that Tethia was expressing her longing for the man she loved. It was clear why Tethia cherished this outing, even while living under the shadow of a ruthless mafia man.

“You are such a bitter man Rafeal…I can't believe you still holding unto the mistakes I made as a naive teenager and using it against me even now that we are adults and have children of our own??” “Like I said earlier Tiziana, if you have amnesia, I do not and I will never forget what you did to me.” “And is that the reason for punishing my daughter Clara??? Is that the reason you and your wife treated her less than a human being??? Is that the reason she was maltreated so much that she looked malnourished and she was also denied access to go to school??? Is that it Rafeal???” Rafeal for a quick second was dumbfounded as he silently asked himself how his sister got to know about Clara's malt

* "Are you sure about this?" Maryam asked as she stared out the window for the umpteenth time. "Absolutely not," Afrah replied. "I'm only doing this so Umma will get off my back." "Well, I'm glad you're going ahead with it," she said. "Let's see whether you truly don't need a man in your life." "I'm perfectly happy, Maryam," Afrah said, turning away from the mirror. "Don't I look happy?"

_______________________________________ Christian's POV I watched the video for the umpteenth time and it just keeps getting funnier every passing minute. "Okay guys, you have had your laugh. Please stop watching that video, I'm already humiliated enough." Makaila groaned. I closed the phone and looked at her. I couldn't help but smile. She's just so adorable when she is frustrated. Everyday, I keep finding a new reason to keep loving her. Not that I can stop anyway and according to the video, she finally confessed she loves me too "Alright guys let's cut it out." I told the others.

Two taps. I rushed to the bookshelf. “He’s gone.” The whisper returned immediately. “What happened?” “He proposed.” Silence. Then… “Oh no…” “I lied.” “I told him I needed time.” “You did the right thing.” “I don’t know.” “You survived.” “That’s what matters.” I rested my forehead against the wall. “Who are you?” “My name is Claire.” Finally. A name. “How long have you been here?” “A little over two years.” My heart sank. “Two years?”

They had started to fall for one another. Yuck. I used to believe in love. Then my wife died, and I later found out that she only married me to get my money. Liam might not like this, but his mother was nothing more than a gold digger. She never cared for us, only money. When she found out I led a mafia, the look she gave me was priceless. She did keep spending money like none other. I had to make sure her credit cards were declined, so she couldn't buy any more junk. She disliked that, and that whole money cut-off lasted for ten weeks or so. Not long, but it was a living nightmare for her. I made her start working to get her credit cards back.

I said, looking straight into his death stare. “No?” He shook his head slightly and continued, “Every whore works for someone. Is it the madam of an underground whorehouse that is in need of money or one of those useless scumbags that want me dead?” His upper teeth grazed his lower lip, biting down enough to deepen the curve of his mischievous smile as his eyes gleamed with a dark amusement. At that moment, I carefully slid my hand into my purse and collected the tracker without him noticing, but I had to distract him so I could attach it to his watch.

SPECTER: You think this ends with Atlas? Check the chip. Maria’s hands trembled as she connected the chip to her phone. Files opened. Projects. Names. And one title at the top of the list that made her blood freeze: PROJECT ATLAS SERIES ACTIVE SUBJECTS REMAINING: 5 Maria looked up at the burning mountain, horror flooding her chest. “There’s more,” she whispered. Far away, in a dark room, five eyes opened at the same time and the war entered its next phase.