The South Park Fractured But Whole Novels & Stories

Something is wrong and my gut it never wrong. When I got to my office, I pulled out all the files on packs and their history and the members that are recoded for each pack then started going through then. My uncle knocks once and enters my office. “What seems to be the problem?” he asks, and I point to the chair in front of me and he sits then looks at me with anticipations.

The world I had known, the one I thought I understood, was beginning to crumble, piece by piece. We pulled up to the cabin, the headlights cutting through the rain and the darkness. Carter killed the engine, and for a long moment, neither of us moved. Finally, he exhaled sharply. "I don’t know what to think right now, Winnie." I turned to look at him. He looked... broken. He always had this unshakable confidence, this calm under pressure, but now, it was like something inside him had cracked. "You don’t trust Langford anymore, do you?"

I squeezed my eyes shut and let a tear fall. "He's not going to die, I'm not going to let that happen." I repeated. "He's not going to die, I'm not going to let that happen." I breathed out. More bullets were being shot, and I immediately wiped my tears away in determination to get out. I took another deep breath and looked around analyzing the room. I squinted my eyes and noticed to door was slightly open. "How the fuck is it open Shawn slammed it shut?" I asked myself. I then remembered the door bouncing back open because of a piece of foam slightly sitting in between the doorframe preventing it from closing.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

I walked to the local 24-hour convenience store just to be around people, even if those people might have teeth that were too sharp. The sun was setting as I walked back so I took a shortcut. A sickening crack stopped me in my tracks, followed by a boy’s agonized scream. Peering around a stack of pallets, I saw three teenagers huddled over a boy whose arm was bent at a grotesque angle. The tallest laughed, grabbing the broken limb. “Again,” he whispered. With a horrifying crunch, the bone snapped back into place and the skin knit together in seconds. “Please,” the boy sobbed.

Elara's eyes darkened. "So he created copies." Lily's expression changed. "That's why we have fragments of the same consciousness." Veronica nodded slowly. "Three fragments." Ava whispered: "And the fourth?" Elara smiled. "The fourth was never a fragment." She looked at Ava. "It was the lock." Ava felt the mark on her palm burn. "The lock to what?" Elara pointed toward the floor. "Me." The facility shook violently. A massive crack appeared beneath Ethan. He stumbled.

Then something moved behind the black. It was not the clean return of amber I had seen before. It was a fracture, raw and unstable, as if the man inside were tearing his way through the programming by force. Kael’s body shuddered hard. His grip on my arm flexed, loosened a fraction, then tightened again as the failsafe fought to keep control. A low, broken sound tore out of him half growl, half pain. His free hand slammed into the rock wall beside my head hard enough to send cracks racing through the stone. Blood ran down his arm from the impact.

The impact blasted Shane's mind to pieces. "For a piece of trash everyone's slept with like you, I actually… actually destroyed my own child! I ruined Lily… I ruined my entire family!" The madness in Shane's eyes frightened Fleur so badly that she wet herself. She turned to run, but he grabbed her by the collar. The force nearly choked her. He seemed to care about nothing anymore. Dragging her down the hallway, he stumbled forward, refusing to let go no matter how she screamed, kicked, or struggled.

Lucas said, observing Travis's face that had been his target of frustration. Travis then rubbed his chiseled jaw and smiled wryly. "Yeah, for me, your punches weren't strong enough to destroy this handsome face of mine," he replied with a silly expression and a grin on his face. Luna couldn't help but wonder how he could still smile like that after the incident that happened between them at the nightclub.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.