Crack Novels & Stories

She leaned on the counter further, realising she was in the right shop after all, "but they'll be awake any moment" "User name" the boy asked, opening his tab, understanding that the time has come, "PSQRT8Y634R" She spelled quickly, as if she had practiced this code every single day, "Password" "F-R-E-E-D-O-M" her tone inched forward, reflecting her eagerness. "You are in" the owner's voice sounded much like man, as much as she had come at an unexpected time, he was ready, "What are your requirements?" "A lot" she exhaled.

I'm surprised this little shit knows about the probation deal. "If you're done, you can leave. I'll let him know you showed up. Is there a name I need to give him?" I pick at my nails, acting like I don't care. I don't, because there's nothing I've seen, nothing that remotely even supports the venom coming out of his mouth. It's pretty obvious, at least from someone who's been alone a long time, that Trick's been alone too. "G. You can remember it and scream it when he's making you come."

He had mentioned ice cream as motivation, and that could be an excuse for when Ally was at home and was wondering where they had gone to. He needed to make a stop at Darren Harper's house. He was the school computer whiz. There was nothing he couldn’t hack into, even though his services were not known by all. He had earned the name Darren Hacker when he first hacked into the school archive to change the record of the school valedictorian from one year to another. He had done several others but that was what gained him the recognition.

The aroma of freshly baked croissant woke Alice from her nab. After she had finished reading the letter, she decided it was best for her to take a nap and get her mind off unnecessary matters. She took a peek at the wall clock above her and realized that she had actually lost count of the time.

*CRUNCH. The sound was different this time. Not the clean impact on a knee, but the sickening, muffled crack of bone breaking under layers of clothing and muscle. He screamed, a high-pitched, inhuman sound of agony, the knife clattering harmlessly to the floor as his arm hung uselessly at a grotesque angle.

The promise stitched through all three like gold thread. Above them, the moon’s broken face shifted, two shards draw­ing a hair’s breadth nearer. The sound was not a crack this time but a click—small, promising. Far out beyond the glade, a wave struck rock and did not erode it but polish it. Somewhere beneath miles of root, a seed turned and found a way to split the soil. The Nexus took their vow and held it.

me? CRACK My attention snapped back to the fight just in time to see Ronan’s fist smash into Alaric’s jaw. The sound.. flesh on flesh, bone against bone.. was a sweet crack that echoed through my bones. And gods, how satisfying it was. I smirked inwardly, a dark little curl of triumph at seeing Alaric stagger for once, instead of looming untouchable, unreadable, and untouchably cold. Yes! Served him right.. for leaving me alone in that carriage like baggage instead of a bride, if he had stayed with me then that bandit wouldn’t have pushed it over and dragged me out like a ragdoll.

Rocky groaned, “Can you please stop making it obvious to everyone how bad I am at school? And you, smarty…” “Smarty?” Leo's forehead creased as he reacted. "Rocky, please, can you not start?” Louisa begged with gritted teeth, her expression proving she was as tired as I can be when it comes to Carmela. They were both alike, Rocky and Carmela, both wanting to be rebels like it was anything good and fun. Rocky rolled his eyes as if he had been forced to be here. “I am sorry for calling you a smarty." He gave an apology and went ahead to ruin it as he muttered, “You do look like a smarty, though."

I had been bearing with the crab already and now. Wedding...! They must enjoy playing with me but not anymore. "Do hell with the conditions and do hell with the will. I don't give it a damn" I shouted above my lungs. I was frustrated, so much, so that I didn't notice when I broke that doorknob unknowingly. "Listen to me, Mr. Richard. I..." "I have nothing to hear. I am done with you and with your damn things just throw everything away. I am tired of your games" I groaned before throwing the phone away in fury.

With a sudden, violent movement, his fingers clenched into a fist. Crack. The sound echoed in my chest. He didn’t just break the card—he crushed it with so much force that his own skin split open. Blood dripped from his palm, bright red drops staining the cold pavement beneath him.