Crossover Crack Novels & Stories

“But sometimes, Liam, I wonder… how many storms can one love survive before it starts to crack?” He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over her cheekbones. “Cracks don’t mean destruction,” he said softly. “Cracks mean resilience. They mean we’re living, feeling, fighting, and choosing each other despite everything. That’s the beauty of love, Amara. It’s not invincible. It’s human. And we… we are human together.”

Without thinking, Megan pushed Evans to the side—hard. Evans' eyes widened in shock “Megan!” Evans gasped. “CRASH!” The motorcycle hit Megan and sped away without stopping. Evans' body trembled, “Megan!” Evans screamed, crawling over to her. She lay on the ground, groaning in pain. People rushed over. Evans was shaking, His hands hovered in the air, unsure where to touch. Blood dripped from Megan’s leg. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry,” Evans cried. He didn't know what he was sorry for but he just kept on apologizing, “Please stay awake. Don’t close your eyes!”

But the cracks are showing. I trace the ceiling with my gaze, breathing out slowly. Tomorrow will come. And I’ll be ready to meet it.

The sounds from the master bedroom were unmistakable again. The rhythmic creak of the bed, Madison’s breathy moans rising higher, Mason’s deep, commanding grunts as he took her. I lay in my room with my hands clenched into fists, trying to block it out, but the ache between my legs only grew worse. Jealousy and raw need twisted inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

But it was a crack. And cracks could spread.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

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,

For a stretched moment, nothing pressed them but the weight of each other’s bodies and the sweet ache blooming low and steady in their bellies. Then the world remembered its wound. A hairline crack resounded through the air like a pin dropped in a cathedral. The moss dipped beneath their feet. At the edges of the glade, the thinnest skeins of shadow drew taut, testing. The Nexus did not snatch back what it had given, but it asked, as all holy places ask: What now?

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

“I told you to play! I didn’t tell you to be serious!” Margaret yelled back. Harold fumed fiercely and then slapped Margaret across the face. “You’ve spoiled her rotten! That’s why this mess happened! “Where does that leave my dignity?” Margaret grabbed my hand. “Cassian, listen to me. If you care about Sera being twice-married, we can sue Alaric. “Claim fraud, and annul the marriage. How about that?”