My Life Is Falling Apart Novels & Stories

I sat under the big tree behind the library.It was the only place that still felt untouched by whispers and stares. The air was still, like the world paused just to watch me break. A soft breeze brushed my cheek, but it couldn’t dry the tears already falling. I buried my face in my palms and let the sobs escape. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “I just... In fact,I had not enough reason to set her up badly.

He just needed to make a single phone call to ruin Brutus' life for good. Soon, Brutus found himself at the mercy of everyone he crossed paths with. His company went bankrupt, and his creditors even managed to find him and give him a few good beatings.

I can’t afford to make phone calls, or hire lawyers, and I don’t have enough time. I fold the demolition notice and fling it aggressively on the floor, I’m breathing like I’m fighting for air, because I am, and this is the beginning of the end, I can feel it. The downfall isn’t happening in a single moment, it’s a slow collapse crumbling brick by brick, piece by piece, and today, the final brick is cracking. My helpless ass can feel it.

But as I sat in the apartment I’d bought with Xander’s money, while reporters dug into my family’s scandals and my stepsister told the world I was too boring to love, survival felt impossible. The only thing I knew for certain was that my life, as I’d known it, was over.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?

“It’s my life…” “Then what about the people in it? The ones that care for you? How are we supposed to cope?” “No one is supposed to care about me. Give it a few years and you’ll forget me Drew. That’s how the world works, people move on all the time.” “How can you say that so casually?” “I can’t listen to any more of this. Maybe I should get going,” I say, starting to pull the needle attached to my upper arm. “Then what about the baby?” he asks.

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

I felt cracked. I’d managed to build an image of what my life would be like, created a picture that seemed to be so right I didn’t prepare myself for a reality where it was anything but my reality. So things had begun to fall apart, pieces of this life breaking away bit by bit until I was left with nothing but me. But I didn’t know what I was without being Alpha, didn’t know who I was without my family, and I didn’t want to know. Because so far, that person seemed to be weak. Cracked. Mangled. Broken.

The want in me had a taste, metallic and hot. My breathing came faster now, shallow and urgent. I rubbed my palms against my jeans until the skin burned. The apartment felt too small. Every clock ticked loud, like a countdown I hadn’t consented to. I was falling apart….my whole life was falling apart and I felt utterly helpless.

I turned off most of the lights in the house to save power, so my porch is the only one without light in the whole street. I never used to think about it before. But now… I can clearly see how badly I have been living these past few months. Everything has been falling apart. First, my business crashed. Then my life followed. But this past week… This week has been the worst. Every single thing that happens reminds me of how low I have fallen.