Breaking The Fourth Wall Novels & Stories

I can't believe this is what I'm getting after going through so much just because of him "Maryam" the bang on the door make me jerk out of fear "Maryam open this door" he said in a dangerous tone "I swear if you don't open this door, I'm going to break it down and believe me I'll do just that" he threatened What? Will he really break it? Is he crazy? If I'm ask to buy that door I'm sure I won't be able to afford it "Maryam before counting of three, open this damn door if not I'm-"

The Gate hesitates again. Control is not working.Kael has an idea.KaelI break.Not really.In a thinking way.I make a crack right through the structure, not by being stronger, but by saying no. I make two things happen at once—stability and falling apart—and hold them both there.The Gate screams.Real sound this time—metal, twisted—echoing everywhere.

Then— I fire again. This time— at the ceiling. At the cameras. Glass shatters. Sparks burst. Feed disrupted. Silence. For half a second. Then— Adrian laughs. Louder this time. “Better,” he says. The walls stop moving. Just for a moment. Enough. That’s all I need. Because now— he’s adjusting. And when people adjust— They make mistakes. I move again. Not where he expects. Not where he wants. But where he didn’t account for.

The phone glitched instantly. The screen flickered violently. Messages overlapped. Corrupted. Unreadable. The hum in the room spiked sharply. Then broke. A loud crack echoed through the space. The walls shifted again. More violently this time. “That’s it,” the other me said quietly. “Keep going.” I didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. I threw the phone against the wall. It hit hard. Then dropped. Still flickering. Still glitching. The room reacted immediately. The floor trembled slightly.

The Breaking point Saxa The second the front door shuts my world explodes. Not so much outside, but inside me. I don’t remember crossing the threshold. I don’t remember walking past Jana or Gran, or Elias. I am suddenly just— Moving. My hands hit the table, hard. A mug tips. Crashes. Shatters. Someone says my name. I don’t hear it. “He just—” my voice cracks upward into something too thin to hold. “He just walked up like he owns the world.”

A bunch of dramatists. “In advance, I want to apologize for the cardboard I made today. Hearing dirty words about you from that worm's mouth made me lose control. I'm on suspension of classes this week, but I'm around. I'll give you the space you need, but anything you know can call to me. Max.” - sent four hours ago.

He'd always had a strict rule that once his trust was broken, there was no going back. I crossed my arms and spoke softly, almost casually. "Preston, I understand that you have a strong sense of ego. I understand why you're acting like this. Even if you don't have any feelings left for me, it must be hard for you to accept hearing the word 'breakup' from my mouth." I leaned back in my seat and added,

Not holding on. Letting go before you become the thing that breaks the person you care about most. My hands shake as I finally type a response. I stare at it for almost thirty seconds before forcing myself to hit send. I think we need a little space again. The second the message sends— My entire chest shatters. Because deep down? I already know. This time— It’s not space I’m asking for. It’s goodbye.

I ask in a cold voice with a straight face trying to hide the fear creeping up my throat threatening to choke me. "I thought I would come say hello to my mate and you really didn't make it easy to get in. Almost like you didn't want me to come in, but that would be ridiculous. I broke a window and climbed through. Those aren't reinforced. You really wanna be careful with that because someone could just break in whenever they want. Luckily this time it was just me." It almost sounds like he is genuinely concerned about it, yet I know better. He is fucking crazy.

I wondered, I fully opened the door and went quietly down the stairs at the right side of the room I slept in. The bread smell got stronger by this time, I was still thinking of how hungry I was when I bumped into a hard wall. "Good morning, "the wall spoke. Wait what? Walls don't speak, I looked up and saw Brian smiling down at me waiting for my reply. "Uhm, good morning, "I felt my cheeks burn up a bit as I looked down at my shoes, trying to hide my face. "Breakfast is ready, you can head on to the table while I get the kids, "Brian said as he looked down at me, unconsciously I had moved two steps backwards from him.