After We Collided Book Novels & Stories

I straightened up and grabbed his collar, kissing him passionately without a care for the cut on my lip. Our tongues danced together, and he held me so tightly that the veins on his arms protruded. When the clock hit midnight, the fireworks lit up the sky outside. Mason's face was vaguely illuminated by them. He stared into my eyes, his face flushed but gaze clear. The fireworks were deafening, but I still heard his words clearly. "Are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me, angel?" He looked so good with that smile on his face that I couldn't bear turning him down. I remembered nodding through my daze.

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.

It stole my precious book! All of my attention was poured into the dog, I was about to catch it which I didn't know I could run this fast. Maybe it's because we're talking about a book, so it's like this. I was just a little bit close to catch it when it suddenly turned to the left side which is the grassy part. Because of my speed, it was hard to stop. The acceleration was at full speed that it was impossible to brake. When I looked up I saw a girl in a beige dress carrying many books that almost covered her face. Before I could swing and dodge it was too late and we collided.

One moment, I was walking briskly while going over my presentation in my head, and the next moment, out of nowhere, a solid mass of muscles collided against my side, propelling me sideways. The collision had been so intense and sudden, I stumbled and lost my footing. I staggered and in a bid to keep my foot on the ground, I dropped my perfectly crafted practical, just as I felt insanely hot liquid seep through the front of my shirt and arms. Next, I was falling on the hard ground, where I later realized had been soiled up by the rest of the hot coffee that had poured over me. My head was reeling. It had collided with the hard granite flood and now, it was pounding.

Milo and Gabe were both tense, their eyes fixed on the middle of the hillside where the two cars were about to collide. They dared not even breathe. As seconds ticked away, just as the black one was about to collide, the white sports car swiftly reversed. However, even though her reaction was quick, it was still too late. The rear end of the black sports car was about to hit the front of the white sports car... It was over. Milo took a deep breath, unable to look, and closed his eyes.

Azriel said with worry. “No, I need to say it. I saw—” Just as Elijah's name was about to slip past my lips, a large truck drove towards us with so much speed and the two cars collided in the middle of the road. The intensity of the collision knocked our car as it doubled over, making me black out in seconds.

She had been through a lot and she agreed, but as soon as she stood up, the world started to spin around her. Before her legs gave out, Collin caught her and when he picked her up, she breathed in his coffee scent. It really made her feel as if she was at home. As if he was her home. Was she meant to go through this horror so she could meet her wolfman? She teased him about it as he carried her inside and they were laughing so much that her tummy ached by the time they got back to her room.

It was customized according to my preferences. Suddenly, a supercar sped past me, provocatively flashing its headlights. This piqued my interest. Without hesitation, I stepped on the gas, the engine roaring. I chased after it. The two sports cars were neck and neck, bringing back the feeling of racing at that time. Finally, I seized the right moment, drifted, and overtook it directly. When I stopped the car, the other party also lowered the window. A handsome and delicate face appeared before my eyes. We had just met in a race a few months ago.

Even though I don’t have a wolf like other shifters, I basked in the smell of blood and the agonized cries. Someone at my back pushed me forward, making me fall. I turned to see what happened and there was heat licking my front. “Burn that bitch now. Don't give her the chance to stand up or she will kill us all.” The fat man shouted. Suddenly there was a weight on top of me and I gasped for breath for a few seconds. Alice was on me, shielding my body from the scorching flames. I groaned. Now I have to find her a new hoodie, and those were hard to find nowadays.

"Better than okay. I don't remember the last time I saw the sun without wondering if it was the last time." ​Roman leaned down, kissing the top of her head before sitting beside her. The table was a picture of a family—not one bound by blood or business mergers, but by the shared scars of the shadows. They were jolly, the tension of the heist replaced by the giddy relief of survivors. ​"To the Ghost," Mario said, raising his coffee mug. "And to the woman who turned a Montgomery wedding into an Atlantic dive site." ​"To freedom," Vivienne added, her voice steady and clear.