Crack Novels & Stories

Rain poured down from the gloomy March sky. The panes of my window wept under the onslaught, thunder rattling the loose glass with each boom. The warped wood of the frame was soft with rot. The pile of rags I slept in was quickly becoming damp from the growing puddle on the cracked linoleum. Sometimes I wish I’d never survived.

Chris’s arms tighten around me catching me as I fall unable to keep myself up right from the pain. “What’s wrong?” Panic evident in Chris’s voice. “It’s breaking” Is all that I say barely over a whisper. I don’t know how I knew but that pain was the bond beginning to break. Everything just goes black.

05-10-15 She pressed the enter button and closed her eyes waiting for the alarm. Daniel wanted to laugh at her reaction. She’s very smart. No one knew about that date. When the alarm did not set off, Celine looked at the instructions in the desk. ‘Finger print scan’ She wanted to curse. Of course, it’s not that easy. Daniel was looking at her with pouted lips and decided to end her misery. ‘Access Granted: Celine Yates’ Celine tried to press her thumb print on the desk and was shocked to hear the whirring sound of the lock.

But oh, Well having a company is better than being alone, no? They soon retired to bed after having their dinner which was Rice and Tomato Sauce and as expected it was very delicious. Adriana always feel happy whenever her cousin was around as she knew that her stomach will always be stuffed with delicious deserts. Adriana went into her room and after shutting her door. She walked towards her locker and used her fingerprint to unlock it and it soon opened. There she brought out her Apple MacBook pro latest version of the Apple laptop from it.

The cure for my insomnia appeared to be a hard fucking, as I had passed out every night and did not wake until the alarm went off the next morning. That lasted until the wee hours of Saturday morning when I felt the bed shake before Nathan screamed out—a sound so raw and harrowing, I knew it would haunt me for the rest of my life. His body was shaking, his chest gasping for air as he swung his legs around the side of the bed. He fumbled in the dark with the light switch, and I cringed against the sudden, intense glow that filled the room. I couldn’t see anything, but I heard a drawer open and the clinking of plastic and what sounded like pills bouncing around. Frustrated sounds and movements

My voice cracked. “We’ll never know that unless we—” The sound of glass shattering filled our ears. I raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Don’t worry, it’s the neighbour next door, He’s always either breaking stuff or yelling at someone, it can be really annoying sometimes.” Jared muttered and his lios pursed in a line for the millionth time that day. “I’ll go check it out to ensure it’s not something serious though.” He added as he stood up and walked out the door,

Dark energy crackles, lashing out. Get down! Kieran’s voice, useless and frantic, but the instinct is mine. I throw myself sideways. The corrupted earth where I stood explodes. Chunks of blighted soil rain down. The backlash hits the corrupted form. A shriek, unearthly, agonized. The carefully constructed body… fractures . Mossy skin splits, revealing writhing darkness beneath. Glowing veins rupture, spilling sickly light like pus. It stumbles back, clutching at its chest, howling. Not pain. Rage. Betrayal.

Who taught others how to make burner accounts to post anonymously? "Every piece of verified evidence you provide means moving your name one place up the defendant list. At 5:00 pm, submissions close. "The person whose name is still at the very bottom will be responsible for 12.5 million dollars in compensation and all associated criminal charges." I scanned the faces in front of me—ashen one second, then flickering with something menacing the next—and added, "Good luck."

I could hear the wind whispering through the leaves and the breathing of earthworms beneath the soil. I also heard a faint, familiar cry coming from the golden energy of a distant pack. It was my essence, and it was weeping. I focused my mind on its distant lament. … Back at the healing sanctuary, Chloe suddenly let out a piercing scream. Her body arched violently, as if something had struck her hard in the chest. Then, she spat out a mouthful of blood. In the pooling red on the floor, a single drop of golden liquid shimmered faintly.

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.