Crash And Carnage Novels & Stories

Was Marvin truly entangled so deeply with Antonio and his group? Her thoughts wandered until suddenly, a loud horn blared in her ears. She turned her head, only to see a massive truck speeding toward her. There was no time to react. A violent crash ensued, slamming into the side of Cassandra’s car with deafening force. Everything turned dark. Her head struck the headrest, rendering her unconscious immediately. Her car was pushed to the roadside, leaving behind a trail of shattered glass and twisted metal. The street fell silent once more, accompanied only by the faint sound of the truck’s engine fading into the distance.

No one would ever know the full story, but it seemed that because he had been unable to shift, he had turned and crashed his car straight into the enemy vehicles, both of them, as they came around the bend in the dark. If his headlights had been on when the vehicles crashed, they would have beaded from the heat of illumination. But in the wreckage, there had been no sign of that. The cars had tumbled off the overpass and crashed onto the concrete below, Peelle's car pinning one to the asphalt. There had been three rogues' corpses as well. One of them had been decapitated from the sheer force, likely his belt taking off his head, while the other two had been pinned in a mangled mess and appar

Suddenly, a massive wave of memories from my first life rushed into my mind like a freezing storm. In that tragic original timeline, my family did not survive the cruel plots of the Vance family. I remembered the exact day our old maintenance truck careened off the steep, freezing mountain road because the brake lines had suddenly and completely failed. I remembered the absolute terror of the crash, the sound of tearing metal, and the horrific loss that followed. I had always deeply suspected that Cassian Vance had sabotaged our vehicle, but it had been impossible to prove. Seeing this specific heavy iron sabotage kit go missing now confirmed my darkest memories. The Vance family had access

The transport violently plowed through the cloud of dust, the metal undercarriage groaning as it cleared the shattered tracks. An instant later, the entire subterranean hangar bay of the Neutral Scrapyards vanished in a catastrophic, blinding orange fireball. The thermal-detonation sequence finalized, unleashing a massive pressure wave that hit the back of our transport like a physical fist. The vehicle was thrown completely airborne, soaring through the shattered exterior gates and crashing brutally onto the rocky, uneven terrain of the outer deadlands.

The comments were all extremely offensive too. "Kill that thief! Bankrupt his entire family!" "Scum of the earth like him deserve to rot in jail forever!" "Everyone, dox that bastard! Post everything about his entire family online for the world to see!" Billy didn't get out of the way. Instead, he stomped on my car's headlight, breaking the glass and sending shards everywhere. "You think you can leave after just giving me 20,000 dollars? You messed with my car just now, and you completely destroyed the exhaust pipe!"

I drank until my stomach was perforated and nearly suffered alcohol poisoning, all for a single deal. I even once sped down the highway at 220 miles per hour to sign a contract, coming dangerously close to death. I was the one who pulled Sanders Technology back from the brink of collapse and drove it toward going public. Those ten years were full of hardships and sacrifices, and above all, they were for her. Time and again, I had believed I would dedicate my life to this company, and to her. I never thought I would leave today like this, with my heart dead and my soul in ruins.

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.

Cara said and turned to Noah. "Yeah, she's an Omega, what's up? I think you two would mix easily" Noah said, but Cara just kept quiet and looked back out the window. The big question came to Cara's mind at that time, what happened at between Sean and Rena in the room? An Alpha and an Omega are in the same room and Rena cries when she comes out of there? Have they made it that far? It was a strange question because Cara shouldn't have thought such a thing, something that wouldn't affect her life if it actually happened.

he asks and his tone is much more gentle than I would have expected. I shrug. It still hurts to think about it. I can still hear the fighting and screaming and then the sudden silence when they were killed. “Six years ago.” He tilts his head again and I swear the man can see into my soul. “Not by vampires.” It’s a statement, not a question. “No. By the wolves,” I say. His gaze shifts to Reagan and Kieran. “I didn’t kill them,” Reagan says insulted. “The wolves and the witches have not had a peaceful existence for many, many years.”

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.