Things Fall Apart Online Book Novels & Stories

It just waits for you to find it… and fall apart in its hands. End of Chapter 5

It was my first ever book since I downloaded this w******l app, and it has been my favorite ever since. It tells the story of Carter, the son of a poor farmer in the countryside. Because of how penniless they are, they have to sell Carter—who’s an 18 years old that year—to the capital to work as a guard. His change started when the horse cart that brought him and 12 other village kids got ransacked by a goblin. Every single one of them died except Carter who managed to escape into the forest.

“I am not sleeping in the same room with you.” “It’s not up for debate.” I watched as the corners of his mouth curled up in victory. I had been defeated in a losing game and it hurt so fucking much that I rammed my teeth into my lower lips, my head hung low. Being into a marriage where I had no say, sucks! It made me lose my self esteem……, Finally, after what felt like forever, the car slowed down and turned right, driving forward until it finally halted in front of a bronze tall gate, probably taller than the wall of Jericho. If I wasn’t exaggerating.

I can't stop thinking about everything, from the cave to Gabriel being my mate and then to saving the people. It is starting to become so depressing especially since I don't even have a clue where to find the moonstone. I have finished my mom's book and I haven't found anything useful again apart from the handwritten poem at the back. With everything worth sacrificing, I chose my own flesh. Out of the weak comes the strong And out of the strong comes the mighty. The purest of all. White as snow, pure as the blood in her veins. The war is coming. At the strike of the snow on the ground.

His downfall is destined by the Gods. Pucha is weird! Does this mean Cayden will be defeated and fall? Eight months? Wait, that's almost here... Today is already the 7th month. But shit, this book is written like what? Years ago? Why am I affecting this book? And as it says here, mythology right? That means it's not true. Aish, why did I even read this? So I just closed the book and just looked at the front but my eyes just widened.

In the stories of resilience, they found a tapestry woven with threads of courage, perseverance, and the unwavering belief in the possibility of a brighter tomorrow. In Chapter 88, they encountered Sophie, a survivor of a life-altering accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down. Through Sophie's journey of adapting to her new reality, they witnessed her unwavering determination to redefine her life and become an advocate for accessibility and inclusion. Her spirit illuminated the path of countless others facing similar challenges, inspiring them to embrace their own strength and fight for a world where everyone has equal opportunities.

The book fell twice. “You move like someone used to being overlooked,” she said. “A wife of Vale does not slouch for pity. Nor stiffen for defense. She exists as if the world was always watching, and always will.” I picked up the book. Walked again. Kept going until my neck ached and my pride with it. Speech. She handed me a folded page of newsprint. “Read. As if you’ve known these words all your life.” I began: “Global markets fluctuated amid rising concerns over inflation—”

His life was far from perfect, yet the path forward was visible, lined with both struggle and hope. The chapter closes with Tshepo sitting on the balcony once more, the city stretching below him like a mosaic of possibility. He reflected on the journey, the near collapses, the shame, the fear—but also the moments of resilience, connection, and love. Life was not irreparably broken; it was fragile, yes, but salvageable through honesty, accountability, and persistence. With a steady breath, he whispered to himself, “I will not fall again without fighting. I will reclaim my life, my family, and my peace.”

Not sleeping properly. For what? For me? The man who’d written that plan, who’d approached me with calculated intentions, was now standing in the rain until he made himself sick. The man who’d always been so controlled, so composed, was falling apart on a public sidewalk. I hated him. I hated what he’d done to me. But I couldn’t watch him slowly destroy himself anymore. I grabbed my phone and called the place that delivered to Maya’s building. “I need an order. Soup. Something hot. And tea.” I gave them the address. “Can you have it here in twenty minutes?”

"Yeah. And because I was an orphan, I think he took pity on me. But I genuinely loved him, Zeenah. I loved him more than words can say. And now, I'm going to get him back while you go back to Abubakar." At the mention of Abubakar's name once more, the door flung open and he walked in as confident as he can, a cynical smile on his face. "Hello, dear wife." * Hello everyone. Is my culture that bad to read? Lol, I feel like that's the case, hence the reason I'm not getting any review abiut the book or Chapters. However, despite all that, I hope you're enjoying the bok and that one day, I'll get to know your thoughts regarding the book. Thank you!