And The Cracks Begin To Show Novels & Stories

The Heart cracked. The sound was small. Barely louder than a whisper. Yet it echoed through the sanctuary like thunder. Everyone heard it. Everyone felt it. A thin silver fracture spread across the glowing surface of the Heart beneath the ruins. Then another. And another. The ancient prison that had endured for thousands of years was beginning to fail. Silence consumed the sanctuary. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The First Queen stared at the growing cracks. Her expression filled with sorrow. Not surprise.

More will come. I looked at the chains, at the hairline cracks that hadn’t been there before. The first blow… and the first fracture.

Her eyes moved over every line she had written since the beginning. Then she added one more. He is beginning to acknowledge me. Her fingers paused. Then she wrote again. That is the first crack. Her gaze lifted slowly. Calm. Focused. Because now she understood something clearly. The system around her was still strong. Still controlled. Still restrictive. But it was no longer unshaken. And once something begins to crack It does not stay the same.

I would get out of here—not just for myself now, but for her too. As my tears dried, leaving salty tracks down my hollow cheeks, I became aware of a subtle change in the air around me. The mirror in the washroom had cracked further, the fissure now extending from corner to corner in a jagged lightning bolt. I hadn’t touched it, hadn’t even been near it. The crack had spread on its own, as if responding to my fractured state of mind.

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)

I'd had it repaired, but look closely and you could still see the cracks. Broken was broken. Even glued back together, it couldn't return to what it was.

It’s becoming the one everyone looks at when things start to crack. And knowing one day, someone will decide breaking you is easier than fixing anything at all.

It was at this point that in the world of the dragon's fleshly body, mournful cries could be heard, and countless cracks began to form. The space was about to collapse!

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

Instead, it atomised like a bomb in an explosion. Prior to this day, it had broken in every possible way. Slowly. Suddenly. Violently. Bluntly. Into two pieces and into ten, hundreds, thousands of them. Oftentimes it broke on its own, other times it had been shattered: through carelessness or cruelty, and thrown against the wall, it had left stains, almost like the gray one above her bed.