Cracked Spine Book Novels & Stories

“Hot. Embarrassed. Wet, if I’m being honest. My heart’s racing and my… my pussy is throbbing just talking about it with you. Is that fucked up? You’re my therapist and I’m sitting here dripping because of how steady your voice is.” A faint flicker crossed his face, and disappeared almost instantly behind his professional mask. “It’s not fucked up,” he said quietly, leaning in a little closer. “Your body is responding to being truly heard. That’s part of the work. Keep going. Tell me more about what you crave when you’re falling apart like this.” We went on like that for the full hour. I spilled everything, the ugly details of the breakup, the nights I’d touched myself thinking about being ta

Left with no choice, I tried to key in the password instead, but it had been changed as well. My crushing sense of defeat turned into rage, and I pounded the door. "I know you're inside, Harrison! Get out here!" I kept shouting until my throat was strained before the door finally opened ever so slightly. Harrison scowled at me, his gaze making it seem as if I were his mortal enemy. Keeping his voice down, he threatened me, "Are you crazy, Vivian? Must you insist on causing trouble for me? If you insist on keeping this up, we should just—"

Everything was different. At this moment, I wasn't just cold—my arm ached from Zachary's grip. And he was completely oblivious to my pain. "Punish you? Zachary, you don't deserve that much thought!" Ava shoved him away and threw my medical chart at him. "What does this mean?" Zachary flipped through a few pages, his face filled with disbelief when he reached the last one. "This... an ectopic pregnancy? How is that possible?" Zachary looked at me, his eyes visibly reddening.

The logical part of my brain, the part that liked neatly restored paintings and clean brushes and answers, was having a very bad month. The occult section was tucked in the farthest corner, behind a dusty pillar and next to a broken radiator that hissed like a snake. The books looked untouched, mostly oversized hardcovers with cracked spines and spooky fonts. I traced my fingers over them, unsure what I was looking for until something sharp pricked my index finger. I jerked back, hissing. One of the books had a tiny iron spike sticking from its spine, like it didn’t want to be opened. I stared at the title.

she heaved deep breaths while grabbing Celine’s arm. Celine was frozen on the spot. “Pain level?” Daniel immediately rushed from their room when he heard Linda’s voice. “7” He immediately carried Linda to the car. They cannot wait for an ambulance anymore. Linda was still in pain but her heart ached to see the pale and frozen Celine. “Hey, it’s okay. Pregnant women usually have cramps. It’s just a bad cramp today. That’s all” Linda tried to comfort her. “No babies. Daniel, I don’t want babies” Celine blurted out.

“It's been too long of a day.” “Okay,” I muttered, feeling stupid. I bent to retrieve the books and return to their place. Suddenly, pain flared through my spine. I screamed and collapsed on the floor panting. “Dawn?” Nadia rushed to me. My back spasmed again and another scream was ripped out of me. She held my head and tried to pull me up. I couldn't move. I wouldn't move. I didn't have the will to move. “What's wrong?” She asked in a soothing voice.

CRACK The sound resonated through the quiet courtyard as my bones shattered upon impact, and a sharp, agonizing tear of pure torment immediately tore past my lips. I lay crumpled on the cold earth, weeping hysterically from the sheer, blinding volume of pain radiating through my spine. I couldn't move. My muscles refused to obey a single command. While my concussed mind yet pondered on how to act, how to crawl, or how to slip away into the safety of the shadows, a brutal kick descended directly into the side of my head. The sheer force of the boot almost knocked me out completely, sending a kaleidoscope of white-hot spots dancing across my vision. And then, a relentless storm of heavy blows

I whimpered trying to get closer to Asher. Then it happened...'POP' my spine cracked.I let out an agonizing scream, I could feel it. The fluid from the crack of my spine flowed through my body attacking my bones extending my fingernails into claws, my teeth sharpened into razor sharp points colors flashed, and my senses heightened."SHIT!" Asher cursed, I let out another scream."I can't put you in the car!" He whispered.

The shift came because the pressure had nowhere else to go. The first snap happened deep in my spine, a sound less like a crack and more like green wood twisting until it splintered. My back arched without permission. Vertebrae realigned in a wave that started between my shoulder blades and rolled downward, each one clicking into a shape my human skeleton was never designed to hold. The pain was so sudden and so specific…like hot rebar being threaded through the centre of every bone that my vision whited out for half a second.