Novel & Cerita Collision Course Book

A truck. It was hurtling toward the intersection at terrifying speed. Far too fast. Too close. For a single heartbeat, time seemed to slow. The truck wasn't slowing. And there wasn't enough time for either of us to get out of the way. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as blinding headlights flooded the windshield. Then the collision came. The impact exploded through the car with a force that stole the air from my lungs. Metal twisted and screamed. Glass burst outward in a shower of fragments. Something struck the side of my head, and the world lurched violently off its axis.

The collision came like the end of the world. Crimson and silver didn’t just clash— They exploded. The impact ripped through the courtyard in a violent shockwave, shattering stone, splitting the ground, and forcing everyone back. Rowan barely managed to stay on his feet. “—That’s NOT normal!” Marcus dragged him back before the second wave hit. “Move!” The air itself fractured under the pressure, red and silver tearing at each other like opposing storms unleashed without restraint.

Barreling straight toward them. A truck. No time. No space. BANG. The impact slammed into them with bone-shattering force. The seatbelt bit into Elowen’s chest as the car was sent skidding, tires screeching against asphalt. Metal groaned, twisting under the weight of the collision. Glass exploded. The world spun flipping, rolling, tumbling. CRASH. Then silence. Thick. Suffocating. A metallic scent filled Elowen’s nose blood. Gasoline. Smoke curled in the air.

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.

The impact of their collision sent shockwaves through the room, cracking stone and sending debris flying. Sasha scrambled back, her heart pounding in her chest as the two clashed like titans. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to help, but she was trapped between fear and helplessness. She clutched her abdomen instinctively, a wave of nausea washing over her as the strange energy coursing through the room intensified.

Joseph noticed that Cora's car wasn't following him, but one of her bodyguards' cars was. As he approached an intersection ahead, he suddenly made a sharp U-turn, driving straight toward the bodyguard's car. At the last second, the bodyguard swerved out of the way. The car jumped the curb and became stuck. Joseph had won the gamble. Those bodyguards would never actually crash into him. Even if he weren't Cora's husband, they wouldn't choose a head-on collision. No sane person would.

As soon as it landed it lifted again My hips jerked forward on instinct, the softest part of me brushing against that scorching heat between his legs. Friction sparked through me. I felt overwhelmed and my eyes rolled back from the simple drag of him against me. I pushed lightly at his chest, trying to get space, trying to think. But he didn’t budge, didn’t move an inch

He was dead f**king wrong. The collision was catastrophic. The carbon black sports car slammed directly into the center of the heavy, gold trimmed iron gates at an unbelievable, suicidal speed. The sound of the impact was like a bomb going off, a deafening, metallic explosion of tearing steel, shattering glass, and exploding airbags that echoed across the quiet valley for miles.

"Of course not. I should pay you for your services no matter what, I can't keep your money_" Maria didn't complete her statement when their car bumped into another car, and fell over the cliff. Screams were heard from all angles of the car as the car went down the cliff. Their was a complete blackout as everyone in the two cars were already unconscious even before the car reached the ground.

I didn't know what it all meant, and part of me started to think that maybe I was crazy. The next morning, I awoke with a pounding headache, the lingering effects of the alcohol, and I had to move cautiously to avoid dizziness. Stumbling around my room, I started unpacking my college bag and throwing books on my desk. As I did so, one of the books fell and hit the floor, revealing the page I had marked. As I bent down to pick it up, my eyes fell on the image of a demon - its large, dark wings, sharp claws, and terrifying face. That's what I saw last night. It had to be a demon. But Cole fought it immediately without thinking.