Accident Novel Novels & Stories

“Just thinking about how things used to be. Before the accident.” Emma hesitated before speaking. “You’ve never told me much about it. The accident, I mean.” His expression darkened, and for a moment, she thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he spoke, his voice low and measured. “It was a car crash. A drunk driver ran a red light and slammed into me. My car flipped over, and... well, you know the rest.” Emma winced, her heart aching for him. “I’m so sorry, Ethan.”

I asked, and she gave me a weird look before answering. "No accident happened. It rained heavily all through the night, but despite that, no accidents occurred," she walked away from me immediately. I staggered, nearly dropping to the ground. What was happening? Why didn’t anyone except me know that the accident had happened? It wasn’t a dream. It couldn’t be a dream. The accident clearly happened, but no one would believe me when I didn’t have a single scratch on my body as prove. A new resolution sparked inside me.

Alisia nodded in understanding at my statement. Seeing as I had her full attention, I continued. "One minute, I assume that it was all an accident; a mistake that just happened to lead to a tragedy, and the next minute, I hear that the police noticed there was some foul play and it wasn't just an ordinary accident, but someone trying to murder either Adrian and I- or even the both of us." I said. I ran a hand down my face and pinched the bridge of my nose to ease the ache that only seemed to be getting worse.

Frankie offered me a glass of water, and I accepted it, grateful for his concern. “What happened?” “She was in an accident a few streets away. Somebody hit her and crashed her beetle completely. An ambulance took her to the emergency room to check for internal bleeding and head injuries. Though she swore she was fine. I was on my way here when I saw the commotion and recognized her car.” The overwhelming need to see her and make sure she was OK surged through my veins, and I reached for my phone to call the taxi. But instead of a dial screen, I faced yet another message from the same unknown number.

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.

I also left her cash so if Adessa called and needed money, she could send it to her. I went to Bayson Bay with a confused heart, but I was returning home with a more fucked-up mind and heart. “Did you know why I got into an accident? What accident was it?” In all the turmoil of Adessa leaving, I didn’t even have time to think of my own accident. “It was a car accident. The car was speeding, and Onald lost control, so it flipped over.” “How’s Onald?” “He’s dead.” “What?” Goosebumps rose from my skin. No one even told me that.

Start this part until ending, Krsytal's story can you read for continuing this novel. Hope you can enjoy. Young entrepreneur named Antonie Nelson involved in a single-car accident. According to CCTV footage and statements from several eyewitnesses, the sedan was speeding and appeared increasingly uncontrollable at Mile Marker 98. The car crashed into the road barrier and overturned for a distance of 400 meters. The accident resulted in significant damage. As of the time this news is being released, a long traffic jam has occurred on the highway heading toward New York City. It is not yet known whether there are survivors and the extent of the damage caused by this single-car accident.

I asked, getting annoyed. "The accident, sir. Your ex-wife was involved in an accident and your kids have been kidnapped." I froze. My world crumbled right there and then. "W... What did you just say?" I was shaking. "They're saying that your kids are missing." I dialed the number and put the phone to my ear. "Sir Lorenzo? Is this you?" The person asked. "Yes, what the fuck is going on?" I yelled. "Sir, please calm down. Your ex-wife was in an accident this afternoon. Her condition is very critical. But we haven't located your kids. We are searching the area for them. Please, stay calm."

I take another slow sip, the whiskey scorching its way down my throat, but it's not enough to burn away the thoughts clawing at my skull. What are the fucking chances that Isla Moreau—or her family—had a hand in my brother's accident? Two years ago, Nathan's car had spun out of control, smashing into a concrete barrier. The police called it an unfortunate accident. I never bought that shit. Because accidents don't just fucking happen. And the Moreaus? They had every reason to want revenge.

My parents gave me hell about it but still fixed it. God, I caused Camille's accident. I'm the one who nailed her to that fùcking wheelchair. Not Vanessa. It's me that she's supposed to hate. If she finds out, I know that she'll ruin my life. It was a hit-and-run case and the driver and car responsible were never found. The police are still searching to this day. The accident happened on Thornton Road. My heart fùcking sinks. That's the same road where we got into that accident. And killed a man. The man who was Camille's bodyguard and lover.