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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.

He pushed wet hair away from his forehead and asked in a very low voice, “Why are you going to MarhVelly, Kat?” Flustered she blinked back to the road. “Lobster. I’ve never had it there, and I’ve always wanted to.” Pointing ahead, she glanced over to him, “Oh no, looks like an accident.” He turned and saw ominous lights of both fire engines and police cars spinning through the storm. He and Kat were quiet as they waited to see how bad the damage was. A car was turned over, the driver nowhere to be seen. Probably already taken away by a speeding ambulance. Two more driverless cars lay on one another in the fast lane. A tow truck was busy pulling the upturned vehicle out of the slow lane. The

The silver beam from the flagship fired at the exact same moment. The collision of the two energies was a sound that transcended hearing. It was a physical blow that flattened every building within three blocks. The sapphire umbrella shattered, but not into dust—it shattered into a billion tiny, razor-sharp shards of light that flew upward, piercing the flagship’s hull like a hail of arrows. "Did we hit it? Zilo, answer me!" Jax’s voice was lost in the roar.

Ward’s answer came slowly. “We let it reveal itself.” Back at the suite, Emily heard Leah inhale sharply. “What is it?” Leah pointed to the core node. “It’s changing again.” The two directive paths—once separate—began to interact. Not merging. Interfering. Daniel stepped closer. “That doesn’t look good.” Leah shook her head. “No… it’s not.” Because interference meant one thing. Collision. Emily’s voice was steady. “Then we push it to that point.”

All of it. And then— She chose. — The world snapped. The lights corrected. Red. Green. Amber. Aligned. Cars slowed. Stopped. Moved in sequence. The near-collision never happened. The horns faded. The voices softened. The pattern— Restored. Clean. Seamless. As if the disruption had never occurred. Aria opened her eyes. The intersection breathed again. Normal. Damien exhaled slowly. “That was bigger.” Liam nodded. “They pushed harder.” Aria turned slightly.

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.

I am sorry I would be stopping this book and possibly delete it as I have lost the inspiration or the storyline for Collide. I thank everyone of you for reading my book so far. I am really over whelmed. I have personal things going, and hence, I cannot continue this book. Don't worry too much as I have another book. "The Protectors" ongoing. Hope you use the book as a replacement for "collide" even though Gemma and Kayden are forever priceless.

"I don't know why Cole would say that, Mom. My project was about… uh… constellations. Completely different." The lie hung in the air, thick and suffocating. My project had been a well-crafted solar system, each planet painted with care, suspended from a hanger. Zane’s "constellation" project, if it even existed, was nowhere to be seen. But she believed him. She always did.

This was so unexpected and everyone in the vehicle is unconscious, the heavily armored vehicle carrying the three at the back and Tyler, Ghost and Jennifer in the front could barely be recognized since the collision was so catastrophic, it was turned upside down tyres still rotating, smoke coming out of it. Some footsteps approached the vehicle.

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.