Pieces Of Her Novels & Stories

He really had left her. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She could feel the pieces falling into place...one by one...until the truth stood bare in front of her.

Perhaps Moonie had dragged the pieces out, she mused, there were several of them scattered across the rug. She retrieved the piece she'd kicked and rolled it gin-gerly between her fingers. Waves of emotion flooded her; a sea of shame and anger and humiliation, capped with a re-lentless fear that she still wasn't safe.

He remained seated in his chair, watching her, waiting for her next move. She rushed over to the fireplace and without thinking, put her hand in the fire to pull the remnants of her dress from its clutch. The fire bit her fingers but she didn't care. Her lips wobbled and her nose turned red. Sobbing, she kept on collecting the unburnt pieces of her dresses. They were more than just clothes, they were the gift from her orphanage, her first salary, a gift from Freya, her only friend. Something had gotten over her. A craze. A madness.

“Ok, this way or…. that? I directed her South, away from the Pack territory. She came over and took my hand and we began walking. No, I began walking and she began treasure hunting. She was like a delighted child, inquisitive of everything around her. Laughing and chasing waves just in time to run back before they got to her boots. She had to investigate every pucker and dimple in the sand. She put a few shell pieces and agates in her little bag. Then she found a piece of driftwood that looked pretty. My heart sored just watching her.

The pieces she had in her hands, dropped to the floor, slowly turning into black like the rest, her sobs surrendering into silent defeat. He had laid with her. She had been suspecting that something was wrong when it was taking him too long to come to her, these broken jars had confirmed it, these black scales had said enough. Her forehead glowed even redder, her fingers racking over the scales to gather them back, even in their insignificant state, but broken pieces of glass cut through her hand and she moved away with a hiss. He had laid with her. He had laid with the Bride. That had never happened before.

I notice a cut on her forehead close to the edges of her hair, there is a piece of glass stuck there and I could see her body trying to heal itself but the glass was in the way. I took the glass out of her skin and the cut healed immediately. I started checking the rest of her body for pieces of glass and I found more shards in her neck, her palms and her thighs. I took each and every one of them out and once she was fully healed physically, I noticed her fingers started moving a little.

I walked into the room and stood in front of the bed. "Where is it?" "On her right arm," he whispered. I held her arm and immediately saw the scar. It looked like an old injury. I never remembered her having any scars on her body. My dad loved her and made sure she lived happily. I touched the scar. It was a scar from the fire. What exactly had happened to her? When I tried to look for her, I found out she was moving from one Alpha to the next. How was The Boss connected to her? She was a wolf and he wasn't.

Her hair was a mess. Existing the bathroom, she took a new pair of sweats and changed herself into it. Her eyes than landed at the broken pieces of the vase, dried bloody spots rested on it. She stalked towards it. Squatting down, she picked up the glass shreds, not caring if it sliced her skin. She was already hurt. She was already broken. Getting back up, she left her bedroom. The house was quiet. Not a single voice was heard. She went downstairs and saw an old lady in a kitchen. Elena went towards the garbage can and threw the shreds inside it, this act caught her attention and she turned around.

She's been blind not to see Brent's real character. She almost said a bad word when she spilled a small amount of coffee on her school uniform. She quickly reaches for the tissue to wipe the stain, but she suddenly saw something under the table mattress. She noticed thay it was a piece of tissue and there was something written on it. 4 THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ME. (IF YOU CARE...) 1.)I'M AN INVISIBLE MAN TO OTHERS. 2.)A LONELY HEARTS CLUB MEMBER 3.)I'M A FREAK.

Slone's blade dips lower, nicking the waistband of my jeans, "If she would still want you if you were missing a few, important, pieces. Her smile glistens in the lamplight as she licks her blade clean and begins working on removing the waistband of my pants.