A Crack In Everything Book Novels & Stories

Inside was a paternity test report clearly showing that the baby in Lucy's womb belonged to another man. Below it was a video recovered from Lucy's chat history. The camera focused steadily on the paternity report while Lucy's voice sounded from off-screen. "Now do you believe me? Besides you, who else would I have a child with? Once I squeeze a little more money out of Lucas, I'll run away with you. We've been together for so many years—don't tell me you still don't trust me?" With a loud crack, Lucas's phone slammed onto the floor, the screen shattering instantly. His face turned deathly pale, but his eyes burned a terrifying shade of red.

Eliana wanted to hold her. She wanted to put her arms around this woman, this broken, beautiful woman who had carried a sorrow so deep it had swallowed her whole, and tell her that it was okay, that she understood, that she forgave her. But she was still a witness, still a ghost in a memory. And then the room began to shake. Not an earthquake. Something deeper. The floor beneath them cracked, and the cracks were not black but white, and the white was the same white that had swallowed her before, and it was rising, seeping up through the fissures like water from a deep well.

Holding them steady. Holding me steady. Always. “Zara,” he called. I didn’t look back. “I’ve got them,” he said. I believed him. Without question. Without hesitation. So I focused forward. On the crack. On the thing behind it. On the intent pressing through. The fracture burst open. Not like a tear. Not like a portal. It shattered. Reality splintering outward like glass as something forced its way through with brutal, unapologetic force. A massive form slammed halfway into our world and stuck.

The first crack didn’t come with a sound. It came with silence. The kind that settles after a storm, when everyone is holding their breath—waiting to see what’s still standing. Aria woke before the lights came on. She lay still on the narrow cot, staring at the faint crack running along the concrete wall above her. It looked like a fault line—thin, deliberate, impossible to ignore once you noticed it. *Lines drawn in glass,* she thought. *You don’t see them until they shatter.*

Chapter 19: Cracks in the Foundation Life is rarely destroyed in a single day—it crumbles slowly, like a house with unseen cracks. At first, it looks fine, standing tall and steady. Then one night, a storm passes through, and suddenly, the walls tremble, revealing weaknesses that had always been there. For this family, the storm was gathering. Abby’s Double Life Collapses Abby had been living in two worlds—the devoted husband at home and the secret lover outside it. But secrets, like cracks, never stay hidden forever.

“As always.” He pulled me close. “Then I will happily be wrong for all of eternity.” The light faded. We were gone. But as the youngest builder knelt by the warm stump, staring at the impossible symbol carved there, he had no idea that the story was far from over. He didn't see the tiny, almost imperceptible crack in reality that the release of our energy had caused—a hairline fracture in the fabric of the universe, leading to a place of pure, silent, and watchful darkness.

“It’s not about what you want. It’s about what you’re meant to do.” I closed my eyes, the weight of everything settling heavily on my shoulders. The fire in my chest roared, but there was no escape from the truth. But just as I opened my mouth to respond, something changed. A sudden crack in the ground, a sharp sound like breaking glass, and the air shifted. I felt the pressure in the air, the pulse of something dark and ancient closing in, tightening its grip. I turned to look, my heart pounding, just as the world around me began to crack open.

The world freezes. The energy stills. The system— breaks. Cracks spiderweb outward. Rapid. Violent. Unstoppable. “What are you—?!” the core screams. “Ending you,” I reply. The connection surges. Stronger. Brighter. Overwhelming. And then— it happens. The core shatters. Not explosively. Not violently. Clean. Precise. Final. The entire space collapses inward. Light fractures. Darkness implodes. Everything— everything—

And just like that— Everything fractured.

How funny because I always say that there is no such thing as being ready… because you won’t know that you’re ready unless you do it… maybe it’s just my excuses as I’m being a coward. Or will I ever be ready? I shake my head as I look at the ocean beneath me. I always come here, may it be day or night I always wonder if it will be painful if I jump here and just disappear from everyone’s life… I don’t know what happen to me, maybe I got feed up by my mother and also ashamed to even face anyone of how everything turned out… I feel like I’m the reason why Ana’s life is a mess and I deserve nothing but to die.