Accidental Penetration Novels & Stories

“This case involves a death resulting from an intervention during an act of domestic violence.” A pause. The words landed in the room like stones, heavy, final. Mara felt each syllable press against her chest, settling there with a quiet weight. “The court finds that the defendant acted without intent to cause fatal harm.” Another pause. The quiet in the courtroom was almost unbearable. She could hear her own pulse, sharp and insistent in her ears. “The injuries sustained by the deceased are consistent with an accidental fall.” Her breath caught, barely audible. Relief trembled at the edges of her chest, uncertain, unsteady.

“I want to start by saying that you have every right to feel the way you do. I know how much Owen and Josie hurt you, and I can only imagine how what you saw made you feel. But you need to know that it truly was an accident.” I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest as I searched his face for any sign of deception. But all I saw was honesty, raw and unfiltered. “Tell me what happened,” I whispered, my voice barely audible above the sound of the waves. Raymond took a deep breath and began recounting the events of that day, how Clara had been too weak to walk, how his muscles were exhausted from the rescue. He explained how, as he was about to set her down, she slipped, and their faces a

Eulalia said nothing, her gaze as cold and mocking as Percival’s had once been. The car arrived quickly. Percival, clutching his wound, blood still flowing, got in. The confined space soon filled with the smell of blood. At the hospital, due to poor blood coagulation, Percival lost a lot of blood. His nerves were damaged, and a bone was broken. The situation was complicated, requiring surgery to close the gaping wound. The surgeon, seeing the ghastly injury, asked, "How did this happen?" With a hoarse voice, Percival replied, "I accidentally stabbed myself with a fork while eating."

I said. "That is true. You already have someone coming for your life now, you don't want to add more." He agreed. "What do you mean by that?" I was surprised by his statement. "Your wounds last time, it won't be that serious if you just accidentally fall. Also, there are no other wounds, what I mean is wounds you would have received if you had tried to stop the fall. So either you didn't try or you couldn't. The wound is too severe meaning other than the normal free fall there is an additional force which results in greater impact thus higher severity of injury compared to normal fall. Or you know I could have been wrong and you really just accidentally fell down." He explained and I was ama

She didn't notice a person walking towards them until she accidentally bumped into him. The collision was sudden and clashing. Andrea stumbled backward, almost falling, however Josh quickly caught her before she could completely lose her balance. And the man she bumped into completely lost his balance, falling to the ground. He was holding juice in his hands, so when he bumped into Andreq, the juice he was holding flew through the air and landed with a splatter on Andrea’s newly bought dress and on the man himself.

His mind was full of distracting notes and rhythms he had yet to master. Bradley woke up three weeks later with a tube shoved down his throat and a police report that filled the gaping hole in his memory. He had been told it was an accident, but Bo had not seen it that way. An understandable accident is being out with friends and having just a bit too much to drink. But how can someone “accidently” get behind the wheel of their car? How could someone “accidentally” decide not to take a cab home? How could a car run three red lights and barrel into a motorcyclist paused to let pedestrians past?

Penelope then ordered, "I'm thirsty. Go get me a glass of water!" Larissa put the fruit knife down. Unfortunately, the knife slipped from her hand and onto the back of Penelope's hand. It made a long slit and blood started oozing out immediately. Penelope screamed, "Ah! Damn you! You did this intentionally!" "Why would I want to hurt you intentionally, Mom? You asked me to get you a glass of water, and I only dropped the knife accidentally when I lost my grip and it slipped. You're bleeding. I'll look for a first aid kit to treat your wound."

It compelled me to say something that wasn't part of the script. "A puppy that only knows how to play hard to get can't be rewarded." The man grunted. I watched the screen and saw him quit so abruptly that it was as if he'd been disconnected. I thought about waiting for him to come back online, but the doorbell rang just then. I had no choice but to put down my phone to answer the door. Someone pinned me to it as soon as I opened it. Before I realized what was happening, they pressed their lips against mine.

“Are you serious right now? Katie, you’ve made enemies. You’ve pissed off people who don’t like being crossed while you were still in the business world. And even if you hadn’t, this city isn’t exactly a fairy tale. Anything can happen. You can’t just walk out and disappear all day without saying anything. You’re not bulletproof.” The guilt crept in, slow and heavy. I slumped onto the worn-out sofa with a sigh, dragging a pillow onto my lap. “I’m sorry,” I muttered. Maria crossed her arms, still watching me with a frown etched deep into her forehead. “Just… next time, tell me something. Anything. Leave a note, share a location. I was this close to calling the hospitals.” “I didn’t think it w

A burning sensation spread through my body, completely shutting down my Wolf's ability to heal. I shivered, cold sweat soaking my clothes in an instant. I knew my leg was ruined. This was an old wolf trap on the edge of the territory, abandoned for years. Someone had stolen the metal grate a few days ago. It hadn't been replaced yet. There was just a flimsy warning fence around it, easy to miss. I was rushing to save a patient, wasn't watching my step, and fell in. It was the perfect accident. My phone, which had fallen next to me, rang again and again.