Romans & histoires After We Collided Book

The words left my mouth at full volume from a spot I was fairly certain none of them had known I was standing in until that exact moment. And then we were both moving — the prince from his side, me from mine — both reaching the same point at the same time with the same intention, and absolutely no awareness of each other until it was too late to do anything about it. Our chests hit first. The impact was solid and sudden — the specific collision of two people moving at speed toward a single point without either of them expecting the other to be there. I felt it through my whole body, the kind of contact that didn't have any give in it, and then we both landed on the floor before either of us

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.

--- **The Collapse** The explosion is silent. The ship fractures, its debris raining onto the wasteland. Survivors crawl from the wreckage, their wounds glowing, their eyes wide with betrayal. Ravel finds me in the ashes, my skin cracked, gold seeping from the fissures. "What did you do?" "What you taught me." I cough static. "Fought dirty." --- **The Aftermath** Eleanor is gone. The star dims. But the survivors won't meet my gaze. Mira spits at my feet. "You killed him. You killed them all."

He leaned towards her and looked at her directly while Amelia shrank even further "Blood is smelly" She whispered to herself and to him as well. "Well, you are right" He brushed the hair out of her face. "The Car!" Amelia eyes shrank and the next moment a huge collision hit them from behind overturning the car!

After the collision, all that left to deal with was the aftermath. I didn't know the impact of colliding with the hard muscles could be this brutal. I never knew a fateful collision with this person would imbalance my life itself. Looking back now I wonder what would have happened if we could have never collided. Was it fate or a mere mistake? It's futile to ponder. ~~~ Mere moments ago I was tired and frustrated clutching these stupid bags. All my shopping bags were scattered on the floor. My phone was lying on the floor like a dead body. Cracked display, back cover and battery scattered far away from my line of sight.

I was so focused on planning that I didn't see the person in front of me until it was too late. We collided hard, and this time we both went down in a tangle of limbs. Strong hands caught me instinctively even as we fell, cushioning my impact, pulling me against a solid chest that smelled like pine and something wild. "We have to stop meeting like this," a deep voice said, and I looked up into the face of the mysterious Alpha I'd crashed into yesterday.

And so, we embarked on a new chapter, our hearts filled with hope and the knowledge that no matter what trials lay ahead, we would face them together, united in love and bound by the strength of our shared journey. ***************************** The aftermath of our confrontation left us both physically and emotionally drained. The weight of the battle lingered in the air, a reminder of the dangers we had faced and the sacrifices we had made. But as the days turned into weeks, we began to heal, to rebuild what was broken. Victor and I found solace in each other's arms, our love serving as a balm for the wounds that had been inflicted upon us. We cherished every moment, every touch, knowing th

Then, Carmen slid back into the driver's seat, grumbling to herself, saying, "Lucky for me that nosy old hag didn't screw things up. My sweet ride should be showing up any minute now." Patrick was practically buzzing with excitement, rubbing his hands together, saying, "Awesome, we're going to be filthy rich soon!" The folks in the back seat paid them no mind, convinced they had lost their marbles. As predicted, ten minutes later, Carmen pulled up to the spot where my car had been rear-ended in our previous life. Sure enough, a sleek, limited-edition luxury car pulled in right behind us.