Pieces Of Me Novels & Stories

A few people nodded, some smiling encouragingly. I took a breath, scanning the room. "Most of my pieces in this collection reflect a certain kind of pain as you all know—loss, grief, heartbreak. They came from a time when I didn’t think happiness was something I could ever paint again. A lot of you here are familiar with the likes of it …" I gestured toward the nearest painting, a canvas depicting a lone figure standing in the rain, their reflection shattered in the puddles below. "This one is called Fractured, it's been in my showcase for years. It represents a time when I felt... broken. Like no matter how much I tried to put myself back together, the cracks would always show."

Before I lost in the darkness. When I opened my eyes I was in this big room on a bed. I looked beside me with a lot of fear that someone slept with me again but there's no naked man beside me this time. And I am also full clothed. I got up from the bed and in panick I hit with a table and a vase falls on the ground loud. I kneeled down as I was seeing the pieces . The broken glass pieces. Just like me. They have broken me just like these glasses. Shattered me. I looked at the broken glasses. Should I just?? Maybe this is the only chance I get to do this.

Despair threatened to swallow me whole. But then, a flicker. A tiny, stubborn heartbeat inside me. My child. My baby was waiting for me. "This is just an illusion," I bit my lip, forcing myself to stand. "I will not be chained by the past!" A silver light of healing erupted from my body, instantly shattering the vision. The crystal cracked, the dark energy dissipated. I stood in the center of the Trial Hall, soaked in sweat, but my gaze was as hard as steel.

Erica's POV. Pieces of glasses stuck in my flesh as blood seeped out from the cuts, I groaned, forcefully pulling myself from the car. “Fuck.” I cursed under my breath, as I pulled out a large glass piece from my forehead with force. It was a fucking deer that ran out of nowhere like something was chasing it. I tried to heal…I forced it, it was better to be early than late. I let out deep breaths as my butt sank to the floor, I felt my muscles were losing strength until I became whole…

The one piece of me that had stayed constant, until now. And it was gone. Just like that. How had I let it slip so easily? How had I not fought harder to keep it safe? I clenched my jaw, trying to keep the tears at bay, but they pushed at the corners of my eyes anyway. It was always like this — being at the mercy of others. Being breakable. Replaceable.

A soft sob escaped me. Instead, I dragged a pillow close with what strength I had left, clutching it to my chest like it could shield me from everything that had already happened. It didn’t. Nothing could. As i pulled the pillow to cover the front of my body a large shard of glass slipped off, still smelling of whisky. I looked at it...really looked and it seemed as if the universe had heard me. I gripped it with the good hand, the jagged bits slicing into my fingers. And I knew that I could never face them again...not Remi or Denton or even Liam who had seen it all.

Fine cracks spread across its sparkling surface like a spiderweb, leaving it looking as though it might shatter at the slightest touch. At least it hadn't broken completely. She could still use it to get back the emerald pendant Catherine had left her, which was in Liam's possession.

"So you broke it apart." "I shattered it into seven pieces, each one carrying a fragment of what the whole had been…its hunger, its grief, its pride, its fear, its wrath, its longing, and its capacity for love. I believed, at the time, that scattering those pieces across distance and centuries would keep them weak enough to never threaten reassembly." "And now?" I asked. "Now that I've strengthened each piece individually instead?"

I open the bathroom's door and take a look inside the room and like i thought the mirror is now on the floor, he shattered it into pieces, just like he did to me. I sat down on the floor, my eyes fixated on the broken glass, i try to gather the pieces together to make it a whole but it didn't work. A tear trickle down my cheek as i realize that no matter how much i try to pull myself together, to glue the pieces, it won't work, i will stay broken, I will never be a whole again. **FLASHBACK** Few days ago.. I opened my eyes slowly, a yawn escaped my lips as i tiredly rubbed my eyes.

Yes, I was having fun until she mentioned how Zver was going to take to bed more than one woman just for some stupid pack rules or request. "Nothing, I just want to be alone." I answered. "Okay, then allow me to take care of this shattered bowl." She said then knelt to pick up the pieces. I moved to the bed and lay down with a low sigh. My feet didn't pain anymore, the only thing that was hurting was my heart.