Accident Novel Novels & Stories

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?

Damian stormed through the front door as he got home furious, his head dripped with blood from the car accident he had just survived. Ignoring his injuries, he stormed right up the stairs, bursting into his room. His eyes scanned every corner of the room, his anger boiled up more as he returned back downstairs.

He was looking at Rachel when suddenly someone passing in front of his car made him push the brake suddenly. "Oh my God! Did we just hit someone?" Rachel screamed, covering her mouth with her hand. Nicholas turned to her with a tense face. They rushed out of the car to see if anyone had been hit or not and what was in front of them really took them by surprise. "Julia?!" Rachel said, confused. In front of them, Julia lay weakly on the street, wincing holding her knees, "My knees ..." she moaned which made Nicholas quickly pick her up and put her in the car in a panic.

The computer screen glowed faintly. Adrian stepped beside me. “Did you leave it like this?” “No.” “Damien…” he whispered. I moved to the desk, scanning the files. One document was open on the screen the accident report. The one that almost killed him. “Who opened this?” Adrian leaned closer. “What is it?” “A report from that night.” He looked at me carefully. “Why would anyone ” I stopped him, pointing to a single line typed at the bottom of the page.

“What do you mean?” “There’s something you don’t know,” Granny said. She stood up slowly. Walked to her room. Returned with a locked box. Inside—documents. Photos. A letter. One I hadn’t seen before. Written by Eliora. Confession-style. She’d been seventeen. Hit someone with a car. Left the scene. It wasn’t just an accident. She was racing with a friend. Trying to impress a boy. The girl she hit never walked again. Granny had paid for silence.

I loved meeting with that accident, as the consequ ences of the accident were so beautiful. The end. .

Everything should be back to normal but then it seemed as though it was falling apart and Rodrigo’s marriage to Isabella was slowly crumbling down, I had no clue what to do, and when Jennifer tried to talk to Isabella they ended up arguing. she has not really been herself ever since the attack with Alejandro. he left her traumatized and she had been in shock for some days that she did not eat or talk, but the doctor visited her and Rodrigo made an appointment with the hospital, she needed help and so he gave it to her. but then she was mad at him for having let that woman kiss him and could never forgive him, she saw what she saw but we all know that Rodrigo will never do that to her, he was

“Protect him? What does that even mean? How could he be in any danger when he wasn’t even born?” Those words bring me right back to that night at the hospital—when Rosita told me everything she heard from that strange woman in her room. Anger courses through my veins again, and I’m this close to losing my shit. “Well, I don’t know—maybe because someone wanted to stop it from happening? Because they saw an unborn child as a threat? I don’t know what to tell you, Caden. But you wanted the truth, so here it is. That accident the world knows about—it was real. The only difference is, it wasn’t me in the car. It was Rosita. And she told me everything she heard from a woman who came to visit her—h

One The room was spinning. The drink that I had had was almost finished. But I couldn’t remember how many drinks I had had. Drinking wasn’t something that I normally did. But it had been a shitty week. My father, the Alpha of my wolfpack, had fallen into a coma and no one knew why. The doctors and healers had tried everything but he couldn’t wake up. On top of everything, my ex-boyfriend kept on coming around again. I wasn’t sure why.

The maid started to tell me the story I was excited to hear. "One day, she started babbling about things like demons and angels and heaven and hell. It all started happening after an accident." She added in the story and I frowned in confusion. "What accident? What happened?" I asked her in an excited tone. "She had an accident. She was coming back home after school. When a Blake van hit her in front of the cemetery around her house. The police suspected that it was some robbers, trying to escape. She was hit pretty hard and the doctors were not very hopeful about her survival." She answered my questions and suddenly that story she was telling me, started to sound very very familiar.