Accident 520 Novels & Stories

♧NO POV♧ some of the people nearby noticed the accident and brought viranica and karthik to hospital doctors are treating both viranica and karthik, viranica is in critical condition doctors are checking her pulse for every minute there even karthik situation is worse and one more person lost their life it's none other than viranica's mom a accident made her car to get blast even there is not even a chance for them to look at her dead body

Todd turned his head away and said, "It's for my sister, she's quite fond of him. I'm just asking for her." Angela, with her wide eyes typically devoid of much emotion, indeed looked a bit worried. Haley stroked the little girl's fuzzy hair and reassured them saying, "Owen was in a car accident this afternoon, but he's alright now. He'll be staying in the hospital for a few days for observation, so there's no need to worry." Todd was taken aback, pressing for details, "Where was the accident? What time exactly?" Haley set the tableware before answering, "Near the entrance of the DeRoss Group building, around 3:30 PM."

In a bid to reassure her, I get distracted by the sound of the television when a disturbing news broadcast was being aired by an anchor cutting through my monologue. Breaking News: “Just in, a gruesome accident involving the coalition of two vehicles had occured last night on Crimson peak highway. Based on our sources, one of the victims involved is confirmed to be dead and unrecognizable from the impact of the accident, while the other is alleged to be in a critical state and currently admitted in SkyView general hospital undergoing treatment in the ICU. Both victims involved are both women and the deceased vehicle plate number is BK-43B-4k just in case there family or loved ones are watchi

I said to him in a low venomous tone, my eyes glistening with the thin stripes of mischief in them. I had to go back to Madame Browne, that bitch! She was the one I'd entrusted with cleaning out each and every one of the evidence with, she told me she'd cleaned it and now… The president knew about the accident that happended 32 years ago. The date of the event hung to my mind like a tattoo etched into my skin. December 22, 1992. It was almost new years, 9 more days to go if I was calculating wisely.

“The full file contains photographs and statements that even your mother has not looked at in years. You will see it if you insist, but not tonight. Tonight, you will get the truth in order.” My chest tightened. It was firm, but it was not dismissive. That was more than I had been given before. Celeste opened her tablet and placed it on the small table. “Twelve years ago, there was an accident on the riverside road during a storm. The original report called it a vehicular accident caused by low visibility. However, later private investigation found signs that another vehicle may have forced the Bailey car off the road.” My fingers went cold. “Someone caused it?”

His desk is massive, currently covered in his own files and Henry's research. "Coffee?" he offers. "This is going to take a while." "Please." He returns with two mugs, and we begin. Box one: Investigation reports. We spread them across the floor, creating a timeline. The accident happened at 9:47 PM on a Tuesday. Emily Cross, sixteen years old, was leaving a late tutoring session at the educational center in the building when a structural failure caused part of the ceiling to collapse. She died instantly. David Holt's company had renovated the building six months prior. The investigation focused on whether proper safety protocols were followed during renovation.

He ended the call abruptly and, without a word, grabbed the remote and switched on the television. The local news flickered to life, a grim-faced anchor reporting on a car accident that had occurred earlier that day on Devil's Pine, a notoriously treacherous stretch of road known for its sharp, unexpected curves. My blood ran cold as I saw the wreckage on the screen – a mangled mess of metal barely resembling a car. "The driver, a male in his late twenties, was pronounced dead at the scene," the anchor somberly announced. "His passenger, a woman in her early fifties, sustained severe injuries and is currently in critical condition."

She hadn’t answered once. Why would she when I’d just humiliated her? “Come back to the party,” Vivian said. “You have investors to speak to. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration.” I opened my mouth to respond when my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. It was from Marcus, my head of security. “Give me a minute.” I turned away from Vivian before she could answer and pressed the phone to my ear. “What is it?” “There’s been an accident sir.” His voice had that particular tightness it got when the information he was carrying was bad. “A vehicle matching Miss Cole’s registration. Intersection of 5th and Monroe.” A pause. “It’s bad.”

The two officers exchanged glances, then one said, “You won’t be able to meet him, ma’am. Kennedy Brawford had a fatal accident today at 1:25 p.m. at the west end of Higney Road. He got run over by a cargo truck.” “What?!” I was stunned and in disbelief. “How could that happen?!” “The driver was drunk,” one of the officers said. “B-But it’s so coincidental,” I muttered in disbelief. "Based on the location of the accident, it seems it occurred on his way to meet you. That's why he couldn’t make it," the officer said, continually observing my reactions. I was genuinely nervous as I looked at the two officers. “I honestly don’t know that person. Can you tell me who he was or what he did for a l

There had been a serious accident that occurred on the Ring Road of Merchant City. A van had crashed into a sports car, and the van driver had suffered an instantaneous death. The driver of the sports car managed to survive, but his spinal cord had been compressed during the accident, which left him paralyzed from the waist down, and there were varying degrees of injuries all over his body as well. The driver of the sports car…was none other than Malcolm. Luna gripped the tablet tightly. She felt a twinge of pain shoot through her heart as she looked at the photo of Malcolm carried out of the remnants, covered in blood.