I Pick Up This Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

My old wound left me shattered to pieces and still miss. Edric. ****

I only had a cup of coffee for breakfast. Finally, I was done eating. I cleaned my mouth, settled my bills, and headed out. However, I was just so unlucky. I bumped into a guy who was holding a cup of wine in one hand and the bottle in the other. Unfortunately, the wine in the cup poured on my body while the bottle fell on the floor and broke. It was the guy's fault. He wasn't looking at where he was going. I felt so embarrassed as my cloth got ruined. ' What's your problem? What's all this? Couldn't you focus on where you were going?' I yelled angrily.

Because in this world, loyalty was fragile, and power was everything. But if I didn’t act? Then I would be the one left to take the fall. Alone. I stopped walking abruptly, the tension coiling tightly inside my chest. Without hesitation, I tilted my head back and drained the rest of the wine in one go. The burn barely registered before I flung the glass across the compound in frustration. It shattered loudly against the stone. Even that worthless drink tasted better than the overpriced garbage stocked in my bar. I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through my hair before pulling out my phone again. My eyes lingered on the screen for a moment before I dialed her number.

45 Raymond woke up with the buzzing noise of his alarm . He had 15 minutes in hand before boarding was to start so decided to freshen up . While he was resting he thought of another brilliant idea for a new game . So he decided to grab a cup of coffee and caffeine was his best creative friend . He ordered a coffee from Starbucks and decided to move towards his gate area . He had hardly taken two steps and someone just collided with him, head-on with full force . He was startled and his coffee spilled all over and all his proposal documents got scattered . Before he could curse his luck further, he saw a frail figure bending down and gathering her papers .

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

he smirk. "Please Kareem....please don't do this......please" I begged crying. "Before the count of three, you better step on that f**king thing...else, I might do something we'll both regret" he warned. I'm so scared right now. He looks scary,he looks like a father scolding his own daughter. I slowly step on the broken glass and winced in pain. Ya Allah, this is so painful! "Good. Now jump on it" he ordered.

Ariella's eyes swept the cell, searching for any means to ensure her silence. Her gaze landed on a shattered mirror, its fragments scattered on the floor like shattered dreams. She approached it, her heart heavy with purpose. Among the shards, one piece caught her eye – a jagged edge, sharp enough to seal her fate. Ariella picked it up, cradling the broken glass in her palm, its fragile weight a stark contrast to the weight of her decision.

" 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.

Ford’s pov I must have dozed off, because when I awoke, by the moon shining through my window, I was still seated on the ground. I hastily stood up, not remembering the items I was holding, the snow globe smashing on the floor. In a state of panic I began gathering the fragments of glass, hoping that somehow I would be able to put them back together. But similar to my relationship with Nivia, once something is broken, it cannot be mended. ‘It can,’ Callum spoke in a kind voice, his anger gone.