A Crack In Everything Book Novels & Stories

She let it remind her that the forest’s story was not yet finished, even if shadow seeped from every crack. Her jaw set. If there was defiance buried in the soil, she would match it. The visions came without warning. Her palms had barely brushed the oak when her mind was seized. The grove vanished. The world itself split open beneath her feet. She saw fissures cracking through the earth, jagged and bleeding. They opened like wounds, raw and black, spewing forth a darkness that moved like liquid fire. The ground quaked, splitting trees apart as though they were kindling. Roots snapped with the sound of bones breaking. The sky fractured with it, the horizon bending until light itself bent wron

This isn’t a crack. It’s the first fracture. And if she’s right? Everything I’ve clung to is about to shatter.

SELENA Learn from me. Or destroy everything. I clutched the old book to my chest like it was the last lifeline left in a crumbling world. Its leather cover was cracked and worn, the edges stained with the dust of forgotten truths. My fingers trembled around it, but I couldn’t let go not when everything I’d believed in had just shattered before my eyes. The silence in the library was no longer comforting. It thickened around me like fog, heavy with unseen eyes. Watching. Waiting.

It's like a mix of emptiness, depression, and the feeling of craving her. I just want her next to me, I want her in my presence. I want her in my arms. I need her. I kept thinking as I continuously kept taking swigs of the bottle. My vision started becoming more blurry as I started loosing my balance. I got a notification and it had nothing to do with Kat but it somehow reminded me about her. I typed in her user and cried when I saw her last tweet. It's obvious it's about me. (A/N it's what she tweeted in chapter 22)

Those few words cracked through every lie he'd been telling himself. He wanted to say time travel wasn't real. But he knew that handwriting. The way he wrote the N in her name. He'd designed it himself, with that tiny personal flourish. After all these years, it was muscle memory. Since he couldn't deny writing the notes, Joshua switched tactics. [Even if I did write them six years from now, so what?] [None of that has happened.] [I lost focus for a while. I got distracted by something new.] [But right now, I've never thought about leaving you.]

POV: Lyra The screen of my phone was still glowing with the image of my mother in her hospital bed, and I felt like the floor was tilting beneath my feet, but I had to shove the device into my pocket because the heavy double doors of the executive suite swung open without a warning. A woman walked in like she owned the entire building, her heels clicking with a sharp, arrogant rhythm that demanded attention, and she was holding the hand of a small girl who looked like a miniature version of the face I saw in my own mirror every morning.

They had possessed the entire world at their fingertips, but in the end, they had lost forever the girl who had once seemed to revolve around them. In a final, grandiose gesture, they built a museum in my honor, filling it with the most priceless jewels and treasures the world had to offer. Yet it held nothing of me—just like their lives from that point forward, only left with emptiness and regret that no amount of wealth could ever fill. ... The persistent buzzing of my phone pulled me from the depths of sleep. Opening my eyes, I was greeted by the sight of a familiar ceiling, accompanied by the comforting scent from my diffuser.

Every crack in the world. A thousand voices screamed in unison, and the sky split open. This wasn’t the battle. This was the beginning

“This place is... weird.” Crane stepped forward, his eyes scanning their surroundings. “We appear to be inside the fracture. This... environment must be a manifestation of its energy.” Callan stood beside Emma, their gaze sharp. “The force we seek is here. Its presence is strong. We must remain vigilant.” Vivienne smirked, her tone laced with dry humor. “Vigilant doesn’t even begin to cover it. This place feels like it’s alive.” As the group moved deeper into the fracture, the landscape shifted around them. The ground rippled like water, and faint whispers filled the air, as though the fracture itself was aware of their presence. Emma tightened her grip on the key, its light guiding their pa

“I feel very scared now, I'm afraid later I will lose my husband. The distance between us is getting bigger, now what should I do? Am I wrong if I want to keep what I have?” “Madam it's not wrong if you only want to defend what's yours, besides you can't let your things be stolen by others. But madam, when your goods are in someone else's hands. Then the taste of the item will not be the same as before, you have to let it go. Because the paper that has been torn, will not return to the way it was. There must be marks that make the paper ugly!” explained Mr. Beak.