Pieces Of Me Novels & Stories

The cake he'd surprised me with in the morning before we left to work had brought tears to my eyes and the surprise he was planning for later was uncalled for, really. Kayden had given me a second chance of making everything right and I was not going to screw it up. I was still trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and piece them back together, five years later. I may have fallen to the ground but I trusted myself to get up too. "... Isla?" An irritated voice snapped me from my reverie and I turned around to meet Maeve's signature frown. She raked her manicured fingers in her hair which was too blonde to be true and stepped closer, her expensive perfume suffocating me.

I whisper to myself in pain I feel my heart breaking into pieces,I'll never heal from this pain Katerina is dead and it's all my fault.... . .

stepping Watch the time run shut up by the rules No cracking feeling All about time Time brought me here Time to end this meeting, I don't hate, I'm not angry, I don't hold grudges Time, thank you Has left a mark I am thankful Aiys was engrossed in writing, after conveying some of Aiys feelings, repeated some materials to strengthen his preparations for tomorrow's war. The scratch paper in front of Aiys was filled with numbers and writing. Aiys is grateful to be able to do 30 questions tonight. Aiys rubbed her eyes, it felt like something had hit her. Aiys need sleep. When Aiys walked to the bed, Aiys looked at her cellphone. It turned out to be fully charged. I don't know why Aiys just want

James said after me as I walked out to where my car was parked and got in with Donald turning on the engine. The drive back to Williams technology seems long. I stared at the papers in my hand awaiting to be signed by Emma. Your guess is correct, I bought Everything Glow for her, it's only right to give it back to her since it was hers and James until, James played games with her and pushed her out of her company. And within me I also hoped for her forgiveness. As soon as we got to my company I took the private elevator up to the 8th floor where my office is located.

If I'm alive, I'm worth something. Parts of me have been stripped away. I've transformed into a puzzle, one that needs mending. When I'm complete, I can see the whole picture. The beautiful pieces of my life that give me meaning. My family and friends fit inside my puzzle box. It's time to let them out and place them where they belong in the puzzle of my life. We are all broken puzzles. My pieces are experiences, some of joy, and some of pain. They blend together, and my colors mix. My life becomes a rainbow, as the sun and rain dance side by side.

"Why you did that with me? You said you will always stay with me........ I ..... can't .... live .... without ...... hik..... you ..... Please ......I can't ........ bear ..... this....pain.... it's like .... someone .... is .... cutting my heart in....... million pieces....... Please .... God ........ just kill ..... me." ..................

I scream at her. Her stoic face suddenly turns into a smile. She fades away with the other robed figures. Using my anger I pick up the piece closes to me and start trying to put him back together. I make piles of the pieces that look similar in color that I believe go together. As I clear a corner I find a few tins of pain underneath. I work tirelessly as the strength in my muscles wane.

It's already late but my eyes still open. There were many things happened to me in just one day. My mind was in a moment that I want to run and get out in this room but the thought that he was guarding outside of this room made me just sit at my bed. The room has dusty table and floor. Tattered curtain and broken windows. The cold wind entered in the room causing me to shiver. I'm still wearing his jacket but it's not enough to make me feel warm since the windows were broken. The door suddenly opened , I saw him entering with clothes in his hand.

I cautiously wiggled all my fingers, making sure I didn’t sever anything important. Nope, still working. I slowly got up to start the cleaning process. The anger dissipated swiftly as my hand continued to throb. I was no stranger to pain. In fact, I don’t mind a little pain now and again, but this hurt. I worked my way to the bathroom and flicked on the dim light. Stuff was everywhere, shampoo, toothpaste, brush, scrunchies and make up littered my tiny counter. Everything in this damn trailer is too small. Except me, I’m too big. I sighed and opened the medicine cabinet. My eyes fell to the pathetic tower of pill bottles. Pills for aches and pains, pills for depression, pills to sleep, pills

Colt replied. Again, I ignored them as I made my way inside. Everything was broken. My chair, the 360 mirror. Floor had holes, sterilization was in pieces. Ink splattered on the walls. My portfolio book was ripped to shreds. Alec and Colt walked as I was looking at two half’s of a full leg I did last year. Letting it fall, I just felt empty. This was my pride and joy. My baby. This was giving me my future. “Kristen Jeffreys?” A detective asked.