After We Collided Pdf Novels & Stories

The impact was deafening as the front of my car collided with his. Glasses shattered, and the force of the collision swerved Caine’s car off the road, coming to a halt after it slammed brutally against a tree. *********

When Cara wanted to pass them by, Noah held Cara's hand but Cara brushed it off immediately. "Don't touch me! We don't know each other, don't you dare talk to me like you already know me" As she said, she looked at Noah and then at the man beside him. "Don't you know who's in front of you?" the man said. "Two Alphas" Cara said and headed towards her workplace. While she was changing her uniform, Gemma came over to Cara, she said that the two men had come and ordered coffee there. But Cara was silent.

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.

I didn’t realize how much I’d leaned on her presence, even when we weren’t on the best of terms. A gust of wind lifted my curls right into my lip gloss. I rolled my eyes, tugging them away as I stared at the campus gates. Then in a blink of an eye— I wasn’t paying attention. Not to where I was going or at the stupid iced coffee in his hand. Nor the fact that he was definitely taller than me and definitely not watching where he was going either. We collided. Cold liquid soaked into my white tank top like karma had been waiting all morning for the perfect moment to strike.

The demon smiled, then said his label like it enjoyed the sound. “Smiter,” it crooned quickly. “Lunch, lunch, lunch.” It sprang towards the coach but instead, It hit the Hilux on the bonnet—six legs a tangle of knives and weight. Metal folded with a wet shriek; the radiator collapsed into a shape no manual admitted existed. Tyres skipped and bit; the ute fishtailed.

His smirk was infuriatingly calm. “You think surviving the fall saves you?” he called. “The door has judged you. It doesn’t let anomalies go freely!” I glanced at Saphira. Her eyes met mine. No hesitation. Only resolve. I nodded. “Then we redefine the rules.” A thunderous crack split the air. The ridge we had clung to moments before collapsed completely. Rocks plunged into the abyss, carrying debris, water, and darkness. We leaped instinctively, catching a jutting rock, sliding across the surface, pain shooting through every joint.

Brandon struggled to stay upright as he leaned in to kiss me, but the drug finally took hold, and he collapsed onto me. I pushed him off and quickly pulled a small capsule from my purse. Twisting it open, I sprinkled its contents onto the white sheets. Almost instantly, vivid red stains bloomed across the fabric like scattered plum blossoms. Once everything was in place, a knock sounded at the door. I frowned and crept toward it cautiously. The moment I opened it, I was pulled into a broad, familiar embrace, and the door slammed shut behind us.

For the first time in years, Damien felt a flicker of something that wasn't calculated interest. He couldn't shake the premonition that their lives were about to collide in a way that would leave neither of them unchanged.

The van continues to swerve side-to-side, the driver unable to regain control. Another hit and the van lurches to the side and crashes into something solid. Patrick collides with me, colorful words spilling from my mouth as we slide towards Calvin. My back slams into the wall as we come to a halt, the behemoth smashed up against me. My ears ring from the impact, and it takes several seconds to get my eyes to focus. Patrick may be disproportionate as hell, but he’s still really fucking heavy.

Harmonia backed away and tried to avoid it. Suddenly—bang! A car collided into them, and the Aston Martin moved forward a few meters. Absalom looked displeased. The atmosphere was ruined, so the kiss had to be abandoned. He got out of the car to handle the rear-end collision. Harmonia sat in the car and saw the small truck that had bumped into them. It was so timely! She heaved a sigh of relief, didn't get out of the car, and didn't check the condition of the luxury car at all. After all, Absalom’s car had nothing to do with her.