Pieces Of Me Novels & Stories

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

Lucinda is very excited to be moving out of her parent's house at the same time she is fighting the thought of leaving her parents.Mom and Dad I will miss you so much ,she hugs them with love .Mom can I take the pink blanket with me Lucinda asks her mum already holding the blanket ,yes you can her mom replied.I am ready to go Lucinda says as she caries some of her bags outside ,Lucinda can you leave me your black T-shirt Daren asked standing by the door way holding Lucinda's black T-shirt ,yes you can Lucinda smiled at him thank you Daren said as he rushed to put it on.

I managed to get out of the bed I was laying on Luckily my hands weren't chained or anything I tested out my arms and feet Whatever those healers had done they did it pretty good because I wasn't in pain I needed to find a way out of here but first I needed a weapon I looked around and my eyes landed on a full body mirror I did what a normal person would do in times like this I broke it and took the sharpest piece while being mindful of the broken shards on the floor I prayed to the deities for the door to be unlocked and surprisingly it was .

I often ask myself, could life be any harder than this? The day I left home four years ago felt like I was leaving pieces of my broken heart as a trail for me to follow, if I did decide to come back. With each piece, I would pick it up and put it to where it fitted perfectly and then do the same with the others, carefully and surely. However, if I'd reach the last piece to make my heart whole, it would all come crumbling down, having me to start all over again.

when man does not leave, Gordon throw the glass at him which miss him and hit the walls behind him and breaks in multiple particles scattering the floor. Gordon wanders how he has not scent her. Whenever Gordon tries to make thing rights between Sharon and him, everything goes wrong and he is not a man to beg a girl, he wants her but he never knew she will be such a task. If she hates him and wants to takes her distance from him, so be it. He will not change his ways for her or for anyone. He remembers the disgusted looks she had for him when the other slut was here but now he has no courage to go after her and change her mind about him. He thought to himself as he gets up and goes to his ro

She froze, her stomach seizing with dread. “Don’t look like that. I don’t believe a word of it. But it’s obviously an important part of your past. It hurt you and it’s affected a good portion of our relationship. I want you to tell me what really happened.” Her lips trembled and she twisted her hands nervously in her lap. “I got out of college, intending to rule the world. I loved it…I loved my job. I was in a big, busy city, and I was away from home, away from my family. At the time that was important to me. I was stupid.”

gnapika chest rose and fell gently with each breath, her small hand clutching the edge of the blanket. Meera had been through more than her fair share of hardships. The memories she had were fragmented, like shards of broken glass that didn't quite fit together. She often found herself staring out into the distance, trying to piece together the life she once had, the family she might have known. But those memories were lost to her, swept away by the tides of a tragic accident that had left her alone and pregnant.

Yet, the universe seemed intent on conspiring against such a meeting, each opportunity slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. While lost in contemplation, my gaze chanced upon an empty glass cup beside me. I picked it up with a measured slowness, the cool surface a stark contrast to the turmoil within. Holding it in my hand, I examined it as if searching for answers within its translucent depths. With a deliberate release, it slipped from my grasp, meeting the floor with a resounding shatter that seemed to echo the fragments of my own emotions. As the pieces lay scattered on the floor, one shard caught my attention, its jagged edges glistening in the light. I held it gingerly, its

Fast, unexpected and brutal. “Are you alright?” Tiane asks from the bathroom door, but I can’t talk, can hardly breathe. No wonder she reacted the way she did. I broke something in her, I saw it in her eyes, and now I understand it. I keep hurting her, making stupid decisions in moments of panic. Reckless, that is what the media calls me, and for the first time, I can fully agree with them.

But up here, it was quiet. I pulled out the old photograph Daniel had given me. The three of us. Still smiling. Still pretending. I ripped it in half. And half again. Then let the pieces fall through the iron slats of the fire escape into the night. I didn’t need relics anymore. I needed room. Room to grow. To fail. To feel something real again. But Peace Never Lasts The next morning, I received a package. No name. No return address. Inside was a single item: a leather-bound journal.