Breaking The 4th Wall Novels & Stories

A sharp crack broke the silence in the living room. The bracelet hit the hard marble floor, and the gem shattered into pieces. At that instant, everything around me stood still. I stared at the broken pieces on the floor, my mind going blank. Susan shrieked and took a step back. Jason swiftly grabbed Susan's hand and anxiously checked the back of her hand and her calves. "Did you get cut by the shards? Does it hurt?" He was finally relieved after making sure that Susan wasn't hurt. He turned around and stared at me, frozen in place, my face pale.

he yells through gritted teeth. I quickly get up so as not to provoke him any further. "Move closer"he said. I was about to follow the other side because of the broken glasses on the floor but he stopped me before I could. "What do you think you're doing?!" He asked. A sly smile on his face. "There's.... There's a broken glass...I want to follow the other side" "No, you won't, because you're going to walk through this broken glass" he smirk.

“I’m so glad to finally be free. No offense but being trapped inside your mind and body for the past 16 years has been exhausting.” “You’ve been with me for 16 years?” “Yep, since birth. I could see, hear and feel everything you could. I just couldn’t do anything about it. I did try to break out a couple of years ago but it wasn’t time. I felt the veil crack last night and I knew it was my time to shine.” “The veil? Is that what this shimmering wall is?” I reach out and touch it, watching the veil vibrate under my hand. “That’s the one. It was a solid wall until last night. It broke completely when we shifted.”

Just wave after wave, wearing a person down until there was nothing left to wear down. I remembered what the therapist at the orphanage had taught me years ago. Ground yourself. Count. Touch something real. Find five things. I forced my shaking eyes open. One. The cracked pavement beneath my shoes. Two. The rusty garbage container beside me. Three. The flickering streetlight overhead. Four. An abandoned newspaper rolling with the wind. Five. A stray dog sleeping across the road. My breathing remained ragged. Again. Four things I could touch. The rough concrete.

Just like before—In every life, whenever I argued with him over Natasha, he'd threaten to leave me. I stood frozen, watching his back disappear through the door. Could it be… he'd been reborn too?

Inside my room, I sit very still and try to rebuild the walls I let Logan Shaw tear down—twice. And this time, I swear to myself, I’m going to make them higher.

Mum rasped out in a nasal tone and splashed beer on me. before I could answer, I heard a car pull up outside. The sound was out of place—too sharp, too foreign for our quiet, dying street. I peered through the broken blinds just in time to see Chiara slam her car door and storm up the front steps. “Damn it,” I hissed. I turned back to my mother. She was already raising another bottle. “Get into your room,” I whispered She blinked, nonplussed. “In. your.room.”

Kairi’s thought was a clarion call, clear and strong now. I looked at the fractured wall, and through the cracks, I saw not another white room, but a maelstrom of color and energy. And in the center of it, I saw him. His back was to me, his form silhouetted against the storm, his hands clenched at his sides as he poured his will into breaking our cage. Then, with a sound like a universe sighing, the wall shattered.

A simmer at first, then a boil, then a fucking explosion. I had a bottle in my hand—whiskey, maybe, I didn’t care—and suddenly it wasn’t in my hand anymore. It was slamming into the wall. CRASH! Glass scattered across the floor like a goddamn firework display, the amber liquid dripping down my wall like blood. My chest heaved. My hands trembled. My throat burned with something I couldn’t name. “How the fuck is this my fault?” I barked into the empty apartment, voice raw and shaking.

And crap I think I broke my booty, no more booty calls. “Stupid wall which crackhead made a wall in the middle of the street” I mutter to myself, but ladies and gentlemen... The wall replies... “It's you clumsy women that conjure up evil plans in your head in the middle of the day and are unaware of your surroundings” that’s it. Hold my earrings, imma beat this wall... Wait since when can walls talk? I look up and see a tall, very tall, man.