Breaking Through The Clouds Novels & Stories

Her chest heaved violently, and her gaze was full of disappointment and pain as she looked at Philip. She started to speak but suddenly clutched her chest, coughing violently as she struggled for breath. "Mom! What's wrong? Mom!" Panicked, I grabbed her and shouted, "Doctor! Someone help!" The doctors and nurses rushed in, scrambling to get Mom into the operating room. The OR doors shut, and the red warning light glared, making my eyes sting. Just then, Jane stepped up to my side. Her tone was still dripping with feigned innocence as she asked, "Ms. Brock, did I say something wrong again? I just wanted to apologize. I didn't expect Mrs. Brock to react so strongly…"

Office workers passed by in groups, eager to get home before night fully settled in. Then I remembered the online taxi apps. Quickly pulling out my phone, I opened one after another, hoping luck would finally pity me tonight. Nothing. No drivers nearby. “Damn,” I muttered under my breath. The evening breeze slipped beneath my shirt again, cold enough to make me tense instantly. Without anything underneath, every movement of the wind felt too noticeable against my skin. My shirt clung lightly against my breasts while my fitted office slacks hugged my hips a little too well, making me painfully aware of myself every second I remained standing there.

Just sky and possibility. Lumi's words echo in my head. Live well. Even without me. I will. For her. For this kid. For the girl who finally broke free. The clouds stretch white and vast. The plane hums onward, into the unknown.

Until suddenly, I was standing in the rain, staring at the front door of a place that never judged me, realizing I might’ve broken someone in a way that couldn’t be undone. I was the fucking trigger. The accident. The past. His mother. Me. I closed my eyes, pressing the heels of my palms against them like I could block the images out. Rain kept pouring. It felt like the universe was mourning something. Maybe us. Maybe what we never even got to be. I stood there for what felt like forever. Long enough that the cold finally started to seep through my bones, into my skin, under the muscle and between the ribs. But I welcomed it. Deserved it.

But then a gust of wind blew away one cloud, and he caught a glimpse of the sky behind it–a fleeting moment of clarity that made his heart skip a beat. However, just as quickly as that cloud vanished, a larger, denser one took its place. Jeremy clenched his teeth, frustrated by the universe's cruel joke. He locked his gaze onto the clouds above, staring them down as if his life depended on them. He lost track of time, his eyes growing weary and strained, yet the sky remained a canvas of gloomy clouds.

Low self esteem you might think but I had to tell myself the truth that this was a futile attempt and there was no point in trying. "I'm not going to touch you. Don't even think about it cause it's never going to happen." He said, straight to the point. "I don't want this either," I said as a tear escaped my right eye. I knew he was going to say that so I did not understand why that tear had to betray me. "Good." "But-" I tried to say something but of course, he cut me off. "There's no discussing this Aurora. Let's not force things."

when I came out — with nothing but a dry towel slung low on my hips,my hair dripping with moisture — she was still outside, leaning against the railing, staring up at the stars Her voice was beautiful ,low, trembling — but it carried. ‘Mama, Papa,I hope you can see me now. I’m a hair's breath from living the life you dreamed for me—the one you worked so hard to build. I’m still learning, still stumbling, but I’m trying. And I promise… soon, I’ll make it all worth it. ’" Something twisted in my chest — a feeling I didn’t recognize, didn’t want to recognize. I leaned against the doorframe, watching her. The moonlight painted her in silver, her hair a wild red halo around her face, her slender

Chapter 17 – The Fracture Point The voice whispered through the storm like an echo from the beginning of time. “Reboot sequence: initiated.” Clara’s world froze mid-motion. Raindrops hung suspended in the air, each droplet gleaming like glass beads under the torn sky. The sound of the river beneath the broken bridge halted too a deep growl trapped between breaths. She looked up. The fissure in the heavens widened, splitting across the clouds like a crack in a giant mirror. Through it, light shimmered in strange, geometric shapes hexagons rotating, folding, multiplying.

Even inviting. For the first time, she let herself stare, mesmerized by their quiet beauty. “All this time, I’ve hated clouds,” she whispered, wonder blooming in her chest. Clouds had always meant darkness and fear to her—storm, pain, thunder, the threat of being struck down. But now, seeing them from above, she saw only purity and peace, the brilliant light she’d always longed for in her own life. Janiya gazed at the endless blue sky, the horizon stretching on forever. For the first time, clarity flickered inside her; it was a small, bright spark. Finally, she felt peaceful, and somewhere within the eighteen-hour flight, sleep found her.

When they finally pulled apart, the sky outside had cleared, and a new dawn was painting the clouds gold. Luna whispered, “You realize this is just the calm before the next storm?” Adrian smirked. “Then we’ll build our empire in the eye of it.” She laughed softly, tired, free. “You make chaos sound romantic.” He grinned. “With you, it always is.” The jet finally leveled out, slicing through the calm after the storm. Clouds gave way to open sky, pale gold bleeding into blue. Luna’s hand rested over Adrian’s. Their fingers were still trembling from the adrenaline, but this time, it wasn’t from fear. It was release.