Cracked Spine Book Novels & Stories

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

Alessia I woke up feeling nauseous. My entire head was spinning, a splitting headache traveling from ear to ear. I let out a groan and turned to the side, bile rising in my throat. There was an incessant beeping sound somewhere above me, worsening my disorientation. “Miss? Can you hear the sound of my voice?”

She picked up Isidora’s book and set it down on the table. She opened up the front and back covers and flattened it onto the surface along the creases. One by one, she opened a page on each side. She continued until the spine curves and the pages fanned out, then she opened up a few pages at a time. She kept going until she reached the center carefully so as not to fold the spine. She then flipped the pages from front to back a few times. She then showed them the result. “See? Now the spine will curve instead of crack. Ah.. Do you need a bookmark? I have some..”

Daykan had broken both arms and legs; from the fingers to the shoulders and from the toes to the thighs. Jeycob had a lot of time to spend at the hospital and pain to go through before he would be fully healed; and back to normal. And that was when you only thought about limbs. A spinal fracture was an entirely different ball game because it was a delicate part of the body. The spine’s healing process wasn’t as straightforward as other bones; it could go in a variety of ways. It wasn’t advisable to continue breaking it like the way other parts could be treated. There was no one hundred percent guaranty that the doctors would be able to set it so the patient could walk again or not be paralyz

He had no choice but to depend on Sarah, who worked to support him and their child. Even so, he would often beat and berate her, blaming her for losing his wealthy lifestyle and promising career. He drank heavily every day until he broke his leg in a drunken fall, which made Sarah's life slightly easier. Now, Sarah looked worn down by time. She appeared haggard and aged, seeming a decade older than our peers. Once upon a time, we were the admired beautiful couple, the talk of the campus. These days, I rarely needed to attend business functions personally, and I no longer had to engage in drinking contests. Over the years, I had maintained strict discipline, losing my beer belly and gaining s

“His... Soul Stone has cracked.” Instantly, those who were present were left petrified. They felt as though their hearts had cracked.

For a heartbeat, the world held its breath,then pain ripped through me, violent and merciless, like my bones were being shattered and rearranged all at once. I barely heard Darius scream my name before I collapsed again. The first crack sounded, all around me like thunder rolling in. Then another, and another. I thought that was all, but clearly, I was mistaken. A dozen more cracks followed, hundreds even. My spine arched, my vision blurred, and my fingernails tore against the ground as my body contorted beyond anything human. “Kiara, KIARA!” Darius lunged toward me, but the ground split between us as energy exploded from my skin.

"Uh.. Eighteen! She-She turned eighteen last week." "Eighteen and never shifted before?" One voice wondered, a Beta. "Strange." Another Beta added. I was ruthlessly coughing as my throat felt dry. As I was about to support myself to stand, I felt my arms cramping up and giving way underneath me. I screamed when I felt the last bone of my spine crack. A searing hot pain shot up my limbs and left it in tingling warmth. My skin must have been torn by now as I felt the intense throbbing overtaking every joint and ribs of my body.

I can’t believe this. I leaned back on the bed, letting the thoughts settle over me like a spirit. Tears slipped from my eyes and rolled towards the direction of my ears. I fixed my gaze on the ceiling, but I wasn’t looking—I was watching the thoughts play on the ceiling like a TV screen. The night was ghostly, long, and silent. The music from the bar outside faded behind the door, and only the faint rhythm whispered in the silent room. Every second reminded me of the scars Chris had left behind. It felt strange, almost unreal, that I was lying beside Dr. Dane, the very man whose presence awoke something deeper than admiration. He was different from Chris and careful in ways he never had bee