Novel & Cerita Movies Like Fractured

It’s not like he’s a stranger to me anymore. Me, Ella and Aubrey had just made up since our fight and I’ve started working on control my emotional outbursts more. It’s not right to take out my emotions on that just because I feel overwhelmed in the moment. It’s not right. “What do you guys want to watch?” I ask, turning to the two of them as I scroll through the N*****x selections in my movie room. “Um, it doesn’t really matter to me.” Ella replied. As I go to find a good comedy movie for us to enjoy, the sound of my phone vibrating catches my attention, completely distracting me from what I was doing. My eyes look down at the screen, having happiness shoot through me as I read over Jack’s m

“I know you’ve never forgiven me for what I did, but what happened with the others that’s made you so anti-men?” “I’m not anti-men,” she protests. “I happen to like them very much. And I have forgiven you. It’s purely a self-defense mechanism.” She looks at her glass and turns it in her fingers. “Do you know what a non-healing fracture is?” “No.” “It’s when the pieces of a broken bone don’t grow back together. Bones usually start rebuilding after they’ve been set. But sometimes bones don’t produce new tissue, leaving an aching pain and weakness.” She presses her hand to her chest. “That’s my heart, Hux. It’s been broken so many times that it has a non-healing fracture.”

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

Danica POV “There is a new movie out this Friday. Want to go with me?” Grace sat her books on the lab table. It was Tuesday and she was on day two of a strike from her boyfriend. I got the idea from her invite, she might be in it for the long game. “It’s a new Tomb Raider, I think.” She said looking through her phone for the name of the movie. Every few weeks we received at least two new movies in our small theater. I remember when the first Tomb Raider came out. My grandmother took me to see it. She always loved a good action movie and she loved a strong female lead.

“You… I didn't know you were real...” “Have you no respect at all?” The statue shrieked. For a hopeful second he (she) thought that Janice would hear the screaming and come running. In the movies when the victim's friend came into the room the crazy stuff usually stopped, making the poor victim look insane, but keeping them alive. This hope was dashed when he (she) remembered just how much effort and money he (she) had put into soundproofing to avoid audio bleed. Unless Janice chose to come back, he (she) was isolated, alone. Alone with a mad statue of a dead girl that shouldn't even exist, and played by an overpaid actress in a weird little television show nobody even really understood.

"Can you please stop looking at me that way? I know I'm handsome, and my personality is a whole mood, but can you please stop gazing at me as though you're utterly and totally Inlove with me? It freaks me out." Zeenah scoffed and thwarted her gaze from looking at him. How can a man be this confident? "You wish." "Oh really?" He asked teasingly, "I had the impression that we all need love to survive." "I beg to disagree. Love is a disease if I'd be asked to give an opinion," her tone was slightly edgy, and her face turned to a pained expression. "A lot of people take advantage of that love. A lot tend to destroy those people, make them vulnerable, twirl with their emotions as though they mean

Melissa’s POV The fracture did not spread the way I expected. It did not tear the ground open or split the world apart in some dramatic collapse....it branched. Thin lines, like cracks in glass, spread outward beneath our feet—delicate, precise, almost… intentional. That was worse because destruction is chaotic. This was as structured and Failsafe pulsed violently. “Fragmentation pattern confirmed. Divergence exceeding containment thresholds.” Zara took a step back. “Yeah, no. That’s definitely spreading.”

The pillar’s surface began to crack. Not shatter. Not yet. Hairline fractures spidered out from where my hand touched, racing up and down its length. Light leaked through them in thin, white‑hot streams. Around us, consoles blew in showers of sparks. Screens shattered one by one, their glass fronts exploding outward like they’d been hit from behind. Shards hung in the air for a second, then dissolved into code‑snow—tiny symbols burning as they fell.

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.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.