Romans & histoires After We Collided Book

He fell on his back as I landed on top of him, and we both struggled to catch our breath. "It's your fault!" I shouted between giggles. "Yeah right, you were the one who dragged us down!" he said, and I pushed myself up as he tried to sit upright. It was then that I realized that we were only inches away from each other, and the smiles on both of our faces faded. He swallowed sharply as my eyes flicked to his lips for a moment, and I saw his eyes lower. As we fell, my necklace slipped out from under my coat and now dangled in front of him, its black angel wings shimmering in the light.

The wind whistled in my ears, the ocean slapping at the board. I turned, thinking I was clear, but the boat had moved more quickly than I anticipated. The keel of the boat seemed bigger than I thought possible as it hurtled straight for me. Time slowed, and the details burned into my eyes: the white tips on the gray-green water, the yellow in my sail, the tiny barnacle trying to find a foothold on the keel of the oncoming yacht. There was no way to stop the collision now, and I let go of my sail, hearing it splash into the water. Robbie's eyes met mine, full of terror and recognition as his boat crashed into me, and everything went dark.

She deserves Richard and his fancy house and not having to worry about money anymore. Even if it means I have to suffer through this place. I'm reading her text and trying to walk at the same time when I realize I'm going too fast. There's a corner coming up, and I should probably slow down, but I'm already late and— CRASH. The collision happens so fast I don't even see it coming. One second I'm rushing around the corner, the next I'm slamming into something solid and warm. My coffee cup flies out of my hands like it has wings, and hot coffee goes everywhere. I mean everywhere. It splashes across the stone floor, it hits the walls, and worst of all, it soaks both me and whoever I just crashe

I snorted when they snapped off their glasses, their eyes widening when they realized that I wasn't one of their colleagues. “It's too late to be smart, boys,” I cackled, smashing the gas pedal down as hard as I could. My sedan collided with the road block, metal on metal screeching in an earsplitting sound, raising enough dust to make them temporarily blind for a millisecond. The momentum enabled me to blast past the two cars. Throwing a careless glance back, the vampires were gone. Out of sight. Vanished into thin air, perhaps. I didn't dare hope. It seemed highly unlikely that my small collision had successfully killed them.

The adrenaline is still pumping through my veins, mixing with the lingering haze of my orgasm. I move quickly, needing to put distance between myself and the library, needing to think. I turn the corner near the main staircase, moving too fast, my head still spinning. I collide hard with a solid wall of muscle. I stumble back, gasping, looking up into a pair of cold, calculating eyes. Evren.

“I don’t think—“ it happened so fast that I could barely blink, our car almost collided with another car and Nathan tried to drift away but that did not end well. At least, that was what the bloody mess in front of me meant.

Killian roared. ​The collision was not a physical impact; it was a Data-Crash. When Killian’s shadow met the Inquisitor’s light, the reality around them buckled. The ground beneath the sled turned into a liquid-grey grid, and the sky flickered from bruised purple to a sterile, blinding white.

Notifications flooded the screen so fast the numbers blurred. I opened the top one. It was a video. It showed me head down, my earbuds plugged in as I walked fast across the quad. Jace and his group were around the corner. My shoulder slammed into his chest then I stumbled, his hand instantly reached out and caught my arm to steady me. Someone had slowed that part down; made it look deliberate and intimate. The caption read: “Hockey captain meets his mystery girl #CollisionCouple” Comments poured in underneath.

He must have hit the ground. She came back to her room. She changed into shorts and a blue crop top. She got in her bed and opened her book. She couldn't concentrate on it. Whatever Antonio had told her. That couldn't be true. There must be something wrong, a misunderstanding. She would definitely talk about it with Alberto in the morning. She shook her head and started to read it.

Greta's attack infuriated Noah. When Gwen heard the bone crack, she jerked her body in response. Noah let go of Greta and took a step back as she battled to get to her feet. He flashed a wolfish grin of victory across his lips as he did so. Her leg had been damaged, and she was bleeding profusely.