Accident 520 Novels & Stories

Once he was done he held out his phone for me. My brows furrowed in confusion. I didn't know what he was trying to do. After a moment of resolution, I took his phone from him and held it directly across my face. There is a video ready to be played. I can't help seeking a glance at Elijah who was staring at me with his signature stoic face. I had a bad feeling about this nonetheless with a shaky hand I tap the play button. 'Moving on to some other stories that we're tracking this morning, a shocking accidental road mishap that's been reported on texas highway on September 5th that's left a dead person.

“Did something happen?” She exhaled shakily, her fingers curling around my collar. “There was an accident,” she said finally, her sound of her breaths too loud in the small space. “Five years ago. In California. It was… a highway pile-up. A truck jackknifed.” Her grip on my collar tightened, nails brushing my neck. “Seventeen deaths,” she repeated monotonously, like she was reading the headline from some news channel. “Dozens injured.”

the anchor announced, her voice somber. As she spoke, the names of the passengers who had perished in the accident scrolled across the screen. Among them was Carina, whose name appeared alongside nine others. "The crash resulted in the loss of several lives, including that of Freddie Mac, Anthony Lion, Carina Westwood and some few others yet to be identified “ the anchor continued, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "Details of the accident are still emerging, but it is believed that some passengers, Maddie Thompson and Oliver Jackson, survived."

He sat up so fast the chair scraped against the floor. "Zora," his voice was rough, thick with emotion. "You're awake. Thank God, you're awake." She tried to smile, but her face felt stiff. "What... what happened?" "You were in an accident." Trent moved closer, his hand reaching for hers but stopping just short, like he was afraid to touch her. "Someone ran you off the road. Your car flipped." The words didn't make sense at first. An accident? She tried to remember. She had been driving. She'd been thinking about... about telling Trent something important.

"Be advised dispatch we have two. I repeat two cars involved in this accident. Suspect hit another truck going estimated eighty to ninety miles an hour head on. We need assistance." Ace pulls our car at an angle, blocking the road until another unit can get there. "You go to Brooks, I'll check on the other one," I unbuckle my seat belt and take off at a run, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I hate accidents, but it's a part of the job we have to deal with.

Her plan B would take over since she had already punctured the condom earlier. **** Great Mansion Hayden stood at the bar, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. The television played in the background. He wasn’t paying much attention until the words “breaking news” caught his ear. There had been a late-night accident on the expressway, two injured and one dead. The image of the Bugatti in a bad state showed onto the screen. His stomach dropped. He recognized that car. His breath caught. No, no, no, no. He dropped the glass. It shattered on the floor.

My ears still buzzed as I thought about how Mason had tried to comfort me. He was the injured one; he was the one whose hand had been covered in blood. Despite that, he'd endured the pain while kissing my cheek and telling me not to be scared. Just then, the light outside the operating theater went off, and the doctor came out. I got up, but my legs gave out, making me fall to the floor. My brain short-circuited—I didn't hear a word he said. It took everything I had to read his lips and see him say, "There is no hope for Mason's right hand."

“I'm sorry I've not been able to save you from this condition. But I promise to do so soon whether I get help or not." Carlo stood in the room and watched Sloane. The scene before him made his heart melt. Josie, Sloane's birth mom, had been involved in a really fatal accident — a memory Sloane didn't like to visit at all— which left her on the hospital bed for the past five years. Her heart was already failing. And she needed one that would match her body. Unfortunately, there was only a little time left. “Ms Sloane Wentworth,” the doctor called her from the entrance, cutting the teary moment off.

"The same road where... where the accident happened." Ice flooded my veins. Elena. The accident. Elias's breakdown. "How long ago?" I was already moving, grabbing my jacket. "Twenty minutes. Maybe less." "Get the rescue team ready," I barked. “ I want medics on standby."

Afterward, he rested back in his chair, staring at the ceiling for a while before reaching for the tv remote and then turning on the news channel. “We have identified those that were involved in the accident from earlier, that took place at keypoint intersection, where a car seemed to have intentionally run into another vehicle and flipped it over. This was a hit-and-run case, and I got word that the police were working on finding the perpetrator. Back to the victims, it has been confirmed that they are Zane Grimes, Emma Grimes, and their driver whose name is unknown for now… We haven't gotten word on the severity of their injuries yet. But hopefully, we will do it soon-” A raw look of horro