Take A Piece Of Me Novels & Stories

I am not something you take. I am something you reckon with.

"You're going to take every inch of me tonight..." "You're mine!"

It got stuck in my throat. I'm breaking apart. Snapping loose. And I have no idea how I can hold myself together.

Something has to give. Even if that something is me.

His hand finds the small of my back. And we just stay like that. Not because we’re fine. But because we’re not. Because healing takes time. Because we can’t rush this. “Do you still want the Mine?” I whisper after a moment. He’s quiet for a beat. Then— “It’s mine.” His voice is calm. Not possessive. Not proud. Just certain. “It’s the last piece of me they didn’t take,” he says. “And I’m not handing it over now.” I nod.

His eyes searched mine like he was looking for something—some hint that I felt the same. I didn’t know what he saw. I didn’t know what I was even showing him. “Okay,” I whispered, even though my heart wasn’t in it. He smiled. He believed it. And I let him believe it. Because I didn’t know how to tell him that someone else already had a piece of me. A piece he didn’t even realize existed. And right now? That piece was tucked away in Six’s pocket, in the shape of something so small, so silly.

“Oh, come on. Don't say things like that. Whatever the problem is, Surely it can’t be that bad?” Chloe took a deep breath as she decided to open up to Ann because this whole thing was eating her up inside and she really needed to talk to someone about it. "I... Ermm... I got kinda involved with Timothy Packard..... Intimately.” Ann stiffened. “Oh. Maybe you’re right... But on second thoughts, it's not so bad.”

"She's just hurt. She wants to hurt you back." I took a deep breath before starting a song. 'Take you back Do do do do Take you back' They joined in and I took the lead walking up to Adrian. 'Oh I've been told by (do do do do) Some people and they all (do do do do) Said to take you back (do do do do) Take you back like before (do do do do) 'I don't call this a reason I just call it believin' in myself Do do do do

Now I want it to. I want it to come through so I can send it back myself. One piece at a time.

“How could you do this to me?” And the room swallowed the last piece of me that was still intact.