A Crack In Everything Book Novels & Stories

I said, words tasting heavy, “all this goes back out. To everyone. All at once.” She held my gaze. “Yes.” “And the network…..” “Loses everything it spent four hundred years trying to hold onto.” Her words felt final. “Their order only worked if nobody knew what was missing. The moment everyone remembers, when it all comes back…..” She spread her hands, simple as that. “There’s nothing left for them to manage. No emptiness for them to control.” Rhydian’s voice came, soft. “The thing on the other side of the crack. Looking out at us. Was that…..”

From within the crack, a soft, blue light emanated, a light that seemed to hum with a strange energy. Hope, a fragile flame, flickered to life within her. Was this a new way out? Or was it just another cruel illusion designed to lure them deeper into their despair? Evie had no choice. This was their only hope, however tenuous. With a deep breath, she shouldered the unconscious Liam, his weight a grounding force in this surreal moment. Stepping towards the crack, bracing herself for the unknown, Evie whispered a prayer, a plea for any lingering shred of hope in this crumbling world. As she stepped through the crack, the blue light enveloped them, and the world dissolved into a swirling vortex

“I ate two slices of pizza and feel sick. That’s not something to be proud of.” “Emerson Fucking Fitzgerald. You got out of bed, had a shower and ate something after 4 days of nothing. YOU DIDN’T GIVE UP, YOU’RE STILL HERE FIGHTING. BELIEVE IN YOURSELF. That is something to be fucking proud of don’t doubt it ok.” A whispered “ok” comes back toward me. We continue and she has one more before saying that’s enough. That’s everything. That’s more than I could ever want from today.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

"You used to argue with every lecturer who designed beautiful buildings that felt impossible to live in. "I’d forgotten saying that. He hadn’t. I looked back at my sketch before he could see what that did to me. "People still deserve sunlight," I said, softer. "Yeah." His eyes stayed on me a second too long. "They do." By the time we packed up, it was dark outside, and the sky had that low, swollen look that meant rain was already decided. I made it four steps past the library doors before it came down, not a drizzle, just straight down, no warning, the kind of rain that doesn't negotiate.

The ground beneath them began to crack open. Lena stumbled backward. “What does that mean?” Her voice came out thin. Terrified. No one answered. Because no one knew. The red streets split apart beneath their feet like shattered glass. Massive cracks spread across the roads. Buildings trembled. Windows exploded. The entire city screamed. That was the only way Lena could describe it. The world itself sounded alive. And angry. Tess dropped to her knees. “No no no no no—”

The chains began to crack. And the world above groaned in dispare

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Eve looked down at their joined hands. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" She felt something crack in her chest. Not break. Crack, the way ice cracked, along a line that had been forming for a long time, finally reaching the surface. The sound of it was internal and completely audible to her and she was fairly certain he could not hear it, which was its own kind of information about the distance between them. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

“It came out of nowhere. Not broken, just walked out. My wife, she was reliving everything. Every death. Every hurt. She couldn’t breathe through it…” His voice breaks. My stomach turns cold. Another woman stumbles past whispering about entire valleys gone, no rubble, no craters. Just absence. The emptiness expanded outward like spilled ink, erasing not just land but the memory that land had ever existed. Three entities lose. Two at war. Five seals failed. The world is cracking open. “Balance is accelerating,” Confluence murmurs against my skin. I hate how calm he sounds. We crest the final ridge and the fortress comes into view.

"This is a university, Mallory Leighton. Not your family's backyard. A little money doesn't give you the right to do whatever you want." I snorted inwardly and looked away. 'Typical clown behavior. Go ahead. Enjoy your tiny victory while it lasts.' … That afternoon, the moment I pushed open the dorm door, a familiar scent hit me. It was the soothing-face-cream blend I'd asked one of my father's friends at a Helvetia lab to formulate for me—only one jar existed in the world. My stomach dropped. I rushed straight to my cabinet. The silver jar was sitting exactly where I'd left it, but it felt far too light in my hand.