Collide: Book Pdf Novels & Stories

*Yo guys! Congratulations if you've made it this far!🥳🎉 I apologize for mass publishing the final parts of the book, but I have exams coming up, and err...I needed to get it off my chest ASAP. Anyway, this part is technically like a trailer for the book II, so it's not going to be singular. It'll be random. So, stay hyped! ********* When I was ten, I drowned in the pool up in my parents penthouse. I was their only child and their heir, so they couldn't leave me for dead. When they performed the ritual that brought me back to life, they suddenly didn't want me alive either.

The unseen bulk beneath shifted, hauling itself closer, forcing a path into the bones of the building. This was not an attack. It was occupation. Ellie stepped forward, Blade of Bellerophon angled low. Cerebus aligned with her, three bodies braced as one. Jane finally turned her head—just enough to take in Ellie, the sword, the dog—then looked back to the water, jaw tightening as if confirming something she had hoped not to see. The breakwall collapsed inward. Concrete vanished beneath the surface. Water surged into the opening, flooding spaces never meant to open. The harbour displaced itself violently, spilling into the understructure beneath the sails.

Every heartbeat brought the chaos nearer. A few isolated clashes remained, each one distinct now instead of blending into the storm that had come before. One. A pause. Another. A final, powerful impact echoed through the stone passage, followed by the unmistakable crash of armoured weight collapsing onto the floor. After that come only breathing. Slow. Measured. One set of footsteps remained standing. The victor walked closer at an unhurried pace, boots crunching over scattered debris. Salvaxe waited for death. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Slowly he turned, so he is on his back. It took him a while to recognise the man. His hair was darker, his eyes red. There was an intensity about

"Go. Save the milk. I’ll see you tomorrow." ​Vivienne smoothed her hair, checked her lipstick in the reflection of a glass-fronted bookcase, and practically sprinted toward the library door. She was adjusting her dress, her heart still racing from the adrenaline of the last hour, when she swung the door open and collided directly into a solid, silk-clad wall. ​"Oh!" "Oh, my!"

Her body melted into his even further and her hand moved to cup the back of his neck. She liked this feeling and she couldn’t even deny it. Her lips moved with his, the kiss being one of the less intense ones but one that still made her heart pound. Her finger nails scaled along the back of his neck and the kiss shifted. His hand grazed her hip, pulling her right between his thighs and she could feel the hardness. Fuck, was it a glorious feeling! She had no doubt that he would make her feel every inch of him, and make it be felt for days too.

Soon enough, I heard the familiar soft footsteps. "Hey, Cole," Zye whispered, appearing from behind a bougainvillea bush, her hair a tangled mess of curls. She held a magnifying glass to her eye, squinting at a tiny beetle crawling on a leaf. "Hey, Zye," I replied, a small smile touching my lips. It was a comfort, her quiet presence. A small anchor in the storm that was my life. "What are you reading today?" she asked, her voice hushed. "I am reading a book about mummies and pyramids," I said, holding up the book so she could see.

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This man was very dangerous for my body and sanity Just when I was about to knock the third time, I heard his deep voice from inside “Come in”

Bookshelves lined the walls, expensive furniture sat exactly where it should be, and the large desk near the window remained untouched. But then Lance noticed the faint smear of blood across the polished floor. Ylva saw it too. Her breath caught. “Oh no…” Lance moved carefully inside, his gun raised as he scanned the room. The smear led toward the bookshelf on the far wall. Toward the hidden entrance to the safe room. Jason stepped in behind him. “Please tell me that’s old blood.” “It’s not,” Lance replied quietly. Ylva rushed forward before he could stop her. The bookshelf had already been moved aside.

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.