I Pick Up This Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

After I'm abducted, I call my mother, a policewoman, for help. However, she hangs up on me and stays by my adoptive sister's side. "Go to hell if you're so keen on it!" she snaps. I calmly watch as the abductors pluck my nails and torment me until none of my skin is left unharmed. In my past life, my mother actually came to my rescue. She left my adoptive sister by the roadside, and the latter ended up being violated and murdered. From then on, I became a criminal in my mother's eyes. She received an anonymous text on my adoptive sister's death anniversary. "I bet a good girl like you wouldn't want your mother to know you hired us to abduct you, right?" She thought I orchestrated the abduction because I wanted to vie for her attention. She thought that was the cause of my adoptive sister's death. "I've saved people all my life. I never would've expected my flesh and blood to be such a shameless monster! You should go to hell as atonement for killing Charlene!" She sewed my mouth shut, shattered every bone in my body, and threw my ashes into a junkyard. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back to the day my mother makes her choice.

I was born into hardship, but my beauty led to my adoption by the Maddox family. When I was 18, they brought home two boys. Dustin Holland, a piano prodigy, quickly bonded with my sister, who was the darling of our social circle. Nathan Holland remained in the shadows. He didn't like to talk, laugh, or even show the normal emotional fluctuations of a person. His stubborn, wooden gaze was like that of an abandoned stray dog. Diagnosed with emotional detachment disorder, he became my project. I vowed to heal him. He locked me in a dark room, scarred my face with a branch, and encased my favorite doll in plaster. I forgave it all, thinking he was just traumatized. The elite in the circle mocked us, urging me to abandon him, but I kissed him publicly, declaring, "I love Nathan. Anyone who hurts him will pay." Then a fire tore through our home. Nathan stepped over my broken body to save my sister, his eyes wet with rare tears. Turned out, his disorder had a cure. It was just not me. Reborn on the day they arrived, I looked at the taciturn boy and sneered, "Dad, must we take in every stray?"

He rejected me to save his pack. Now he'll destroy empires to own me, and I'll let him, right before I make him beg.... Three years ago, my fated mate tore out my throat in front of his entire pack, called me defective, and left me bleeding in the mud. My wolf died that night. Or so I thought. Now Caelan Ironwood is alpha of a crumbling territory, and he's dragged me back to his penthouse prison. His pack is dying. His rival, a psychopath named Silas Blackmoor, is closing in. And apparently, my "worthless" omega blood carries a primal gene that can birth the most powerful heirs in centuries. His solution? A breeding contract. I refuse. I fight. I tell him I'd rather die than let him touch me again. But then my first heat in three years hits like a wildfire. My body doesn't care about my hatred, it only knows one thing: alpha. Caelan is the only one who can ease the burn, and when he finally takes me, I discover a secret. Every time he knots me, I absorb his power. He thinks he's claiming a breeder. He's actually building a queen. Now I play the broken omega by day and steal his strength by night. He wants an heir. I want revenge. But somewhere between the snarling and the knotting, the lines blur. Because the monster who destroyed me is also the only one who makes me feel alive. And when Silas comes for us both, Caelan will have to choose: his pack, his pride, or the mate he shattered who now holds the leash to his ravenous, desperate soul. He rejected me to be strong. He'll beg to keep me, and I'll let him. Just not the way he expects.

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

My wife transplanted the donor heart I had waited for two years for to the fake heir, Sean Morgan. The doctor said I only had one week left to live, so I decided to freeze my body. I donated my body to Sean's lab. On the day I signed the donation letter, my daughter threw herself into my arms and said I had finally made up with her uncle. My parents praised me for finally understanding the deep bond and mutual support between brothers. My wife said with relief, "You've finally let go of your grudges and become an understanding person." I smiled gently. "Yes, this time I’ve really learned my lesson. I will return the status of the Morgan family heir to Sean and fulfill your wishes.”

I've followed an Instagram account. While unremarkable, it showcases some pretty sweet and romantic content. The account details the daily life of the owner and her Alpha. When it's raining cats and dogs outside, they share a hot beverage in a cafe. After they leave the place, he tilts the umbrella slightly toward her. Also, when they look up at the moon while sitting side by side, the sight of their fingers grazing each other strums my heartstrings. The Alpha in the photos has never revealed his face, yet he gives off a familiar feeling to me. On the night before my and Xavier Lupine's mating ceremony takes place, the account has a new update. "This marks the end of our eight-year entanglement. From now onward, he's her fated Alpha. I'm just her best friend. "This account will go silent from here on. I wish my 'best friend' and the Alpha, who's rightfully mine, eternal happiness." The latest photo shows Xavier and me. But the thing is, I've never shown anyone that photo before.

"He was destined to be mine, until he looked me in the eyes and called me a mistake." Branded a curse. Feared by her pack. Ivy has lived in the shadows, hated for a tragedy she can’t remember and haunted by a wolf that refuses to awaken. However, everything changed on her eighteenth birthday when fate cruelly binds her to the one boy who once swore to protect her, Ryker, the future Alpha... and the one who now wants nothing to do with her. One night, one bond, and a rejection so cold it shatters everything she dreamed of having. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes. And some bonds refuse to be broken. No matter how much you try to end it. Can you really go against fate? Or will you yield to the desire of being claimed?

Ezra returns after three mysterious years, armed with a vengeance that unfolds like a carefully set trap. The shadows of her past conceal wounds inflicted by those she once trusted, and now, Ezra is here to settle the score. With a heart full of secrets, she navigates the tangled web of deceit, each revelation a shard of the broken mirrors that once reflected her truth. As the plot thickens, the sins of the past come to light, and Ezra's pursuit of justice leads to a gripping narrative where every secret exposed is a mirror shattered, revealing the distorted reflections of those who wronged her. Brace yourself for a suspenseful journey through revenge, redemption, and the shattered mirrors that hold the unspoken truths of Ezra's compelling tale.

"Yes Sunita i want divorce . After our divorce ,i will marry my love ". Sunita was standing still at his words .After a few minutes Sunita asked Suraj " Why are you doing this now? Eight years of being married together with our eight year old son,we were doing so well together, what happened Suraj? Please, tell me where it went wrong. " Suraj was shocked to hear Sunita say that. Suraj and Sunita had an arranged marriage as they both belonged to a middle classed Hindu family , they got married after facing many hardships, arguments, and misunderstandings. After marriage, sunita forgot to live for herself , she lived only for her husband, for her son and got her in laws. This story is based of real wife , it states all the problems Sunita faced in her in laws ' joint family , how after eight years of marriage , Sunita was betrayed by suraj and separated . Do know full story read this story .

The night I killed my mate, I never thought he would come back to ruin me. In a world of rival werewolf packs, Eamon is a haunted warrior carrying the guilt of one fatal strike. During a brutal war, his claws ended the life of an enemy wolf, only to feel the mate bond shatter too late. Years later, that same wolf returns as Ronan, the ruthless new Alpha of the Shadowfang pack, armed with full memories and a burning thirst for revenge. When a cunning third pack led by Garrick threatens them both, the enemies are forced into a dangerous alliance. But the unbreakable mate bond pulls them together even as hatred rages. Fierce arguments explode into raw, desperate passion. Ronan claims Eamon with punishing need, while guilt and desire tear Eamon apart. As secrets about an ancient curse surface and packs bleed on the battlefield, the two men must choose between destroying each other or fighting for a love that could save or doom them all. In this dark MM werewolf romance, broken bonds burn hotter than any war.