Here I Am Once Again Torn Into Pieces Novels & Stories

“He was—he was choking, like he was going to die!” Lucien calmly walked back to his chair and picked up his whiskey glass. “I believe I told you already, didn’t I?” He took a sip. Hazel’s gaze snapped to the glass in his hand. With just a glare, it shattered into pieces. Lucien sighed, glancing at the fresh cut on his hand. He watched as the wound slowly closed, his blood drying. “Shit. Chill, will you?” He shook his head, wiping his hand on his shirt. “This is the second time you’ve cut me with a damn glass. You’re a psycho.”

The stress and the pain would be intensified by a thousandfold to the day she was undone. “In fact, there’s no reason for me to love you again. Once a mirror is shattered, you can never get it back to its original state, despite your best efforts. “It’s like my heart was broken into pieces. You can try to piece it back but the cracks will always be there. Every line of crack represents the pain that I’ve gone through in the past. You might still have a place in my heart, but I can’t just move on from the pain…”

I grip his shoulders as my nails pierce into his skin. “Oh goddess! I yell as I fall apart. To over a thousand pieces that only my mate can put back together again.

" I do not know how. Do not know what to do. Do not know how to fix what I just broke. All I know is that I just lost her. And this time it might be permanent.

My voice tore through the air, raw, filled with every ounce of grief and rage inside me. The world shook. Trees trembled. The sky cracked like glass. The ground split beneath us, jagged and red like the earth itself was bleeding with me. Then… It reset. Just like that. Like a loop. A sick, twisted game. I was holding her again. Bleeding again. Dying again. “No…. stop this!” I shouted. Her blood soaked my hands. I tried to press against the wound. I tried everything. But nothing worked. Every time I blinked, it started over.

and so so young. And in that moment… My heart shattered all over again.

Before I lost in the darkness. When I opened my eyes I was in this big room on a bed. I looked beside me with a lot of fear that someone slept with me again but there's no naked man beside me this time. And I am also full clothed. I got up from the bed and in panick I hit with a table and a vase falls on the ground loud. I kneeled down as I was seeing the pieces . The broken glass pieces. Just like me. They have broken me just like these glasses. Shattered me. I looked at the broken glasses. Should I just?? Maybe this is the only chance I get to do this.

His lips trembled as his bloodshot eyes locked on me. "Lina? Is it really you? No… it can't be. They must be mistaken. "You can't be Lina… That stubborn, impossible woman wouldn't just die like this. No… this can't be! This can't be her!" Aiden shook his head furiously, muttering to himself in denial. Once, I used to wonder if Aiden would ever regret it if I died. Now that I had seen it with my own eyes, all I felt was a gut-wrenching sickness that clawed at me from deep inside.

How could he understand the torment that grips me, the shattered pieces of my soul? Amidst the chaos, a chorus of voices rises, urging us to stop. They pull us apart, separating the tangled mess of limbs and rage. And at that moment, I realize the futility of this fight. Aiden's words will always linger, haunting my thoughts, but I can't let them define me.

Anything to stop this from consuming me whole. The thoughts wouldn't stop. They slammed into each other, breaking apart and coming back worse, repeating over and over. I had done everything right. Every decision, every sacrifice, every moment spent holding back, and for what? To end up like this? Marked, rejected, torn apart from the inside out with nothing to show for it? I struck my palm against the cabinet door. I tore the door open so hard the hinges groaned. Bottles lined the shelves, their glassy surfaces catching the dim light. I locked onto them.