Mosaic Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

Her heart raced with every step, her mind consumed by the fear of being alone and vulnerable. She had never felt so abandoned, so rejected by the very people who were supposed to love and support her. The city lights cast long shadows behind her, like skeletal fingers reaching out to snatch her back into the darkness. The shabby shop loomed before her, its broken windows and crumbling facade a stark reminder of her own shattered dreams. She pushed open the creaky door, the dim light inside a meager refuge from the darkness outside. Collapsing onto the dusty floor, she clutched her phone to her chest, her eyes fixed on the screen as she prayed for Stacy's response.

I couldn't find a single word to say. Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back." Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder. Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your divorce documents are ready and have been sent to your email. Please check them at your convenience."

like if he had to say it to make it true. “Yes,” I say. “Okay. Here it is,” he says. The screen shows two timestamps. One in red: 10:34 PM. One in gray, crossed out: 10:54 PM. “The original creation date was 10:54 PM,” Eli says. “Seems like someone stripped it and backdated it to 10:34 PM. But left a mismatch in the hash chain.” My stomach drops. “So it was altered?”

Sophia’s heart thudded loudly in her chest as Marcus began to speak. Every word he uttered felt like a nail in their collective coffin, hammering home the gravity of their situation. They had thought they were playing a strategic game, moving pieces on a chessboard. Now, it was clear: they were the pieces, and the Syndicate had been playing them all along.

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

Argh .... Andien punched the metal guardrail as she shouted angrily. "I hate you, Kenan. I hate you!" Andien screamed again while the sea water began to wet parts of her body as she chose to sit on the bridge that people said was called the bridge of love. It had only been 12 hours since Andien had received Kenan's sacred vows but Andien felt that she was already a widow. Andien tried to hold back her sobs as the tears continued to flow.

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

I couldn't take it anymore the constant cheating and the constant lies and manipulation were just too much to handle. He made me want to fucking die. I almost relapsed and started cutting again. Over a fucking boy. That I love. But maybe that's just it, maybe he's worth my tears. Maybe he's worth my pain and depression. Because he's the one person I truly love.