I Pick Up This Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

Maybe it's time for the alpha to pay for his deeds. Yeah... I picked a piece of glass from the ground and smiled, it's time for all the heartbreakers and bullies to get their hearts broken.

The pack moving forward as though I had never mattered. They didn’t deserve happiness. The thought came sharp and unfiltered, and I didn’t fight it. Not today. They had taken too much from me. They had crowned themselves righteous. If their happiness was built on my ruin, then it was fragile. Still, I moved. I lifted my chin and continued down the hallway, nodding politely at those who passed me, responding when spoken to, playing the role expected of me. The broken princess. The quiet girl who had returned defeated.

Something else. Something I don’t have a name for yet. Something I’m not ready to name. But for now… Breakfast is enough.

A good sign I think. I heard footsteps come near the balcony. I knew it was Marcus. Without turning around I continued watching out in the open. "I'm glad you could make it," I said after a while. He took a few steps towards me without saying anything. "You'd be wondering why I called you here? Well, it has to do something to what you said yesterday. I've been thinking about it." I touched the pendant. The only thing that was giving me some comfort right now. And strange enough I was feeling warm and comfortable in Marcus's company today, "I think we should break up." I close my eyes and force my words out, " I can't do this to you Marcus. Especially when I know what I'm doing to you is not

Mine does too, But I learnt to smile, Against all odds. Heartbreak, Trauma, Depression, They made a home in me, Did they try same with you too? You're the kind of broken, That people far and wide, Would one day come to watch. Your scars would be beautiful, It'll shine for all to see. You're a different kind of beautiful, You're broken beautiful. A masterpiece, Most times isn't perfect. It's the flaws, That creates art. Be proud of yourself,

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

I didn't ask for anything that wasn't rightfully mine, but I made damn sure to get everything that was. I glanced at Zachary beside me, he looked completely broken. Anxious. Defeated. Nothing like the confident man I'd married. "Ella, is this really it for us? No second chances?" "That's right. We're done." I studied his face, remembering how nervous he'd been when he first asked me out all those years ago. But I wasn't that starry-eyed girl anymore. A cracked mirror can never reflect a perfect image again. Zachary and I—our story had reached its final page.

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But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

I was sure. "It hurts Gabriel. It hurts a lot. First dad, then Cyrus and now you. You all have left me alone. Who am i? A nobody to anyone. I feel myself a whore. A home breaking whore. I broke everything. I destroyed every happiness. I was the reason your pho had to leave you. Everyone can see their loss. Their pain. Why no one ever look back at me?