Accident 520 Novels & Stories

I muffled under my breath as I was surprised. “Wait. Isn’t it the same date when you had an accident too, Merry?” May points out. “Oh my gosh, yeah. July 14, 2020. Yes! You had an accident on the same date at around three in the morning.” Claudine reminds me. “That’s so freaky.” May stated. “Do you think there’s some mystery that happened?”

Walking down that exact path were three women dressed in expensive gowns. Bane didn't even try to swerve. He barreled straight past them to catch the squirrel, his massive shoulder hitting one of the women right in the hip. “Ahh!!” she shrieked. “WHAT. THE. FUCK!!” With a loud splash, the woman flipped over the low railing and crashed directly into the murky pond water. I froze at the edge of the walkway, wanting to instantly die right then and there. My hands flew to my mouth in pure horror. Why did I think it was a good idea to bring Bane out without a leash?

I blurted, my questions louder than intended. “No, she didn't.” I looked at Mom with wide, questioning eyes, waiting for her to continue. “As she was escaping from the crime scene, her car malfunctioned, and the brakes refused to work while she was passing an intersection—an accident-prone area—so she had an accident.” My eyes widened in shock. “W-what happened to her then?” “The car she was driving collided with a truck. She was brought to the hospital. She survived the accident, but the twins she was carrying didn't make it.”

When he catches my eye, he steps forward and falls to one knee. " Marry me Katerina." He says, his voice desperate. And the only thing I can do is stand there, my heart sinking into my stomach. (Author's POV) Ace and Renee were unconscious and in a coma from the accident, as a result of the huge piece of broken glass that pierced into their bodies. Their car was surrounded by pedestrians and an ambulance arrived in no time to their rescue. They were then taken to the pack hospital and were admitted in the emergency ward.

Gosh, I hate this gut-wrenching feeling of being cut off from her, especially because I feel so intensely responsible; since her parents passed, she's had no one else truly looking out for her. As I walked, I tried composing yet another frantic text to ask if she was okay, but I took the corner near the entrance too sharply. ​Thump. I collided squarely with a solid mass near the garage entrance. The impact was slight, but enough to make me gasp. ​“Oh, I am so sorry, I wasn’t—” he began to apologize instinctively, his hands coming up to steady my arms. His voice cut off abruptly as his eyes registered my face.

Adrian placed a brown file on my desk. “We've identified the men responsible for the accident twenty years ago.” My brow furrowed. “What accident?” He looked at me for a long second before answering. “Riley's parents' accident.” I felt my jaw tightened. He opened the file, removed an old, faded photograph, and slid it across the desk. Four men stood together outside what looked like a warehouse. Time had faded the picture, but not enough to hide their faces.

the news anchor said, her voice grave. Emma's eyes widened as she listened, her mind racing with thoughts of Adriel and the danger he might be in. "The accident occurred on Highway 12, where Darwin's car lost control and crashed into a tree. Witnesses report that the car was traveling at high speeds before the accident." Emma felt a chill run down her spine as she watched the footage of the wreckage on TV. It was a miracle anyone had survived. "Darwin is currently in critical condition at City Hills Hospital, where he is undergoing emergency surgery. The police are investigating the cause of the accident, but sources say that Darwin was driving recklessly and may have been under the influenc

I missed the beginning. ".......we're reporting live out of London where about an hour and half ago, a massive accident happend near the London bridge. Eye witnesses say, the van drove at full speed over the red traffic lights and seemed to have targeted the Mustang, which we now see as a total wreck behind us. From our research, we found out the driver of the Mustang is supposed to be Kiara Summers.

“Proof of what?” I hesitated. My voice trembled. “That the accident wasn’t what it seemed.” Damien opened his laptop, the glow of the screen filling the car with pale light. He inserted the flash drive, his fingers moving quickly. The drive loaded instantly, a single video file appearing on the screen. No title. Just a date. May 17, 2019. The night of the crash. My pulse quickened. “Play it.” The screen flickered, then came to life.

My heart was racing as I opened the vehicle door and hopped inside. It felt like my heart would stop the way it was beating so fast. I pulled out of the parking lot and drove. The accident was on Mercer Road, about twelve minutes from the facility. I made it in eight. I saw the vehicles before I saw the cordon. A yellow school transport van was sitting at an angle across the left lane, its front end crumpled against the side of a city bus that had stopped at an awkward diagonal in the intersection. There were two police cars, an ambulance, and a small crowd of people on the pavement who had stopped to look.