Crash And Carnage Novels & Stories

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.

Clara calmly bent down and picked up another rock. Jade slowly lifted his face toward the sky. His expression suggested he was currently reviewing every life decision that had led him to this exact moment. CRASH! Another window exploded. CRASH! A side mirror disintegrated. CRASH! Another window vanished entirely. CRASH! More glass rained onto the pavement. The destruction quickly became almost artistic. Each throw was precise and each impact was devastating. The parking lot filled with glittering fragments of broken glass.

That was what a part of her mind said as she smiled looking up at the tall pine trees lined up on the other side of the road she was walking on. Because of that, the young lady did not notice the man walking in her direction who is busy over the cellphone he is holding. It is too late to avoid that because they had bumped into each other already. The lid of the coffee she was holding was removed and so it spat out of her hand and that made her let go of the cup. "Oh, miss sorry I didn't mean to!" the prompt words of the man she collided with. Jenny ignored that and instead bowed without looking at the man to pick up the paper cup.

Medyo may pagka-masungit itong si Noglas tignan pero hindi siya killjoy. Nasa gitna na kami ng paglalaro nang bigla kaming natigil dahil naiihi daw si Kat kaya nagpaalam muna siya upang magtungo sa CR, kaya hinintay na lang namin siya bago ulit kami magpatuloy. Kaming mga naiwan ay nag-kuwentuhan muna tungkol sa buhay habang umiinom ng alak. Tatlong bote na ang naubos namin at pang-apat itong kararating lang.

and emailed Marcus Greer back. "Give me a number." The reply came thirty seconds later. Marcus had been waiting for the email. "Two million. Cash. Untraceable. Forty-eight hours." Damien closed his eyes. Two million was not about money. Marcus knew Damien could write a two-million-dollar check in his sleep. Two million was the amount of money a desperate man asks for when he wants to say, " You owe me this for ruining my life. The amount itself was an insult as much as a price tag.

The world spun into black, silver, red, full of chaos. “Elena…” The name ripped itself from my throat, a desperate prayer, a curse, a confession. Love and regret tangled in one last breath. Then came the final crash. The nose of the car hit the earth with devastating force. Metal shrieked. Glass shattered again, raining over me like a cruel hailstorm. The roof buckled inward, the side panels collapsing around me. My body whipped violently, my neck straining against the seatbelt that cut deeper, threatening to snap bone.

Acting like he didn't know who I was, he shoved me aside and carried the young woman down from the car. She sensed my anger and grew so terrified that she buried her pale face in Harrison's arms and sobbed. "Harrison, that woman must be very angry. I'm scared." Harrison glanced at me with a hostile expression before looking at the secondhand car nearby. Smirking, he declared, "It's just a rusty old Volkswagen Beetle! It's not like I can't afford to pay for the damages." He tossed a business card at me with a flourish of his hand and continued, "Just let me know when you get the bill for the repairs."

The sickening crunch of metal meeting metal reverberated through the air as the specter of an impending disaster drew nearer with each passing second. The violent collision struck like a thunderbolt, the sheer force of the impact sending Scarlet’s car tumbling uncontrollably across the asphalt. The painful sound of screeching tires and shattering glass filled her ears, drowning out her screams of terror as her body flailed within the twisted confines of the vehicle.

Crash! A sharp, violent crack ripped through the sterile silence of the office. The remote control, a sleek, expensive piece of brushed metal, flew from James’s hand with terrifying force. It spun through the air like a deadly projectile, arcing across the vast room before shattering against the far wall, splintering into a dozen jagged fragments that clattered against the marble floor. The sound, sharp and final, seemed to echo his internal rage.