Fracture Me Tahereh Mafi Novels & Stories

He looks at me for a long second, clenching his jaw so tight I’m scared it’ll break. Then he opens my door and walks out without another word. The click of it shutting behind him is the loudest sound I’ve ever heard. I sit there with my thighs still sticky, heart shattered into a thousand pieces I don’t know how to put back together. He gave me the best orgasm of my life. And he still left.

“Really? That’s all you’ve got?” My hands balled into fists. “You broke that guy’s hand last night, Kael. What the hell is wrong with you?” Kael took a slow sip of his coffee before setting the cup down. “He touched what wasn’t his.” I stared at him, incredulous. “You cannot go around breaking people’s bones because they look at me the wrong way!” He tilted his head. “Oh, sweetheart, that wasn’t for looking. That was for touching.” I groaned, rubbing my temples. “You’re impossible.”

He paused looking at me adoringly, anyone could have bought that story, even I sometimes forget what the real version was. "Kalia had this calm energy,” he continued, his voice softening. “Like no matter what I said, no matter how much I grumbled about my work, she just had this way of making it all seem lighter. I remember thinking, ‘I need to see this woman again." Maya grinned, leaning forward with interest. “So, you just kept going back to the café after that?” she asked smiling

Mia was in the backseat, while Riot, who sat in the driver's seat, kept her full stare on the man in the front passenger seat as he spoke: “My name is Frank Gallas... I worked at Tequila for many years as one of their major distributors-” “Tequila doesn't deal in wholesaling drinks, so what the fuck are you talking about, 'major distributor’?” Mia impatiently cut in, not trusting this fellow one bit. As she said this, Riot touched her hand gently, as though to say 'Calm Down’. This singular action sent shivers down Mia's spine and made her obediently seal her lips. Riot had gained such a heavy influence over her in such a short period that even she couldn't explain or justify it.

Heaven deserved a life free from the toxicity of our failed marriage, and I had to find the strength to rebuild myself. As I found solace in the comforting presence of my friend Misha, the wounds inflicted by Angel seemed to ache a little less. Misha had always been there for me, even in the past when we were together as a couple. I could never forget his past transgressions, but I had forgiven him, and now he was extending his care and support once more.

It is just to ensure that I can defend myself in this corrupted world and ensure that my fear of guns doesn’t creep back…Right? “Madame, I can’t believe how far you’ve come!” Liam exclaims as he turns around to see a poster of me and my art gallery which will be launched in a month. “Just a year ago, before I was your PA, I remember how hard you were hustling, burning the oil till midnight to meet amends and the results were not as you expected, clients turned their backs on you and you lost millions in the process but now, a year later, you have everything that you need.” “Call me Amber, Liam, we’re close enough to do so,” I smile at him. “Besides, you and Killian have been of great help,”

She hissed in frustration, Aiden who was flipping through the magazine on the table, lifted his head to look at her. He watched her as she struggled to reach the top shelve, the tip of his lips lifted as he heard her sigh in frustration. Her robe was now lifting upward as she stretched, exposing more of her smooth milky legs.

He started looking at her blankly. " I am really sorry " she said looking towards him tears falling down from his eyes " You are sorry for what ? " he said wiping her tears from his face " That file you gave me " she said sobbingly looking towards him He sat beside her, hold her one hand and from the other hand he wipe her tears continuously and said " First stop crying and now tell me which file are you talking about " " File you gave me to safe and for that file I go on my own to bring that " she said holding his hand tightly

Anna said "I know you are trying to console me and I appreciate it, but sometimes love is never enough. He showed me love, care and everything that I needed as his wife but I broke his trust and I can't forgive myself for it. But since he is taking a new wife o won't stand in the way of that" Amira said wiping away the drop of tears on her face Back in Vartell

He looked disarmingly human, and not the ruthless Mafia king she kept reminding herself he was. “This isn’t helping,” she whispered to herself. “What isn’t?” he asked. “Nothing,” she snapped, jerking her hand away. His brow lifted, amused but patient. “You’re in a mood today.” “I’m always in a mood.” “Yes,” he said, “but today it’s more serious.” “Then stop provoking me,” she shot back. “I haven’t done anything,” he replied, unbothered. “That’s the problem,” she muttered, shoving a bite of fruit into her mouth. “You’re annoyingly calm. It’s irritating.”