Novel & Cerita Crash And Carnage

one of them was saying, loud enough to carry, “I’ve watched the video like fifteen times, it never stops being funny.” “It’s been two weeks,” Jace said, flat, clearly having heard some version of this joke enough times already to have lost all patience for it. “It’ll be funny in two years too.” “Great. Something to look forward to.” “Come on, man, own it. Own the fall. It’s part of your legacy now.” “My legacy is currently a nine second video where I face plant on my own team’s ice.” I don’t know exactly what made me say something. It happened before I’d fully decided to do it, the words leaving my mouth almost independent of any conscious choice, my body reacting to some instinct I hadn’t c

I attempted to wriggle free, but he clung tighter as if he were trying to fuse me into his soul. I never imagined that I would meet him again in such a miserable state. Cameron knew my dad's company had been struggling, giving our rivals the perfect opportunity to ensnare us in corporate warfare. As the company teetered on the brink of collapse, none of my father's business associates came to our aid. Many simply watched, eager to see us fail. Even Jeffrey, the son-in-law my dad had trusted and supported, had abandoned us when we needed him most. I watched in despair as my dad's life's work—everything he had poured his heart into—was on the brink of being destroyed. The devastation was compl

Metal shrieked as other vehicles crashed in succession, one slamming into another, a sickening chain reaction of screeches, shattering glass, and screams. The unlucky car that took the first hit flipped violently, rolling over before landing on its roof, sparks bursting beneath it. Serena turned in horror, her breath catching in her throat. Behind them, chaos erupted—cars piled up, smoke billowing, figures crawling out from crumpled wreckage, faces streaked with blood. Matheo’s laughter filled the confined space of the car, dark and twisted. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he said, almost in awe. “The sound of panic. The smell of burning metal.”

We were sprinting. The neighborhood was in ruins. Cars crashed into one another, flames devouring everything in their way. Sparks flew at the streetlights, the electricity dying. Dead bodies lay flat on the street, and puddles of blood painted the concrete. Their flesh hung from bones, limbs fractured and half-eaten. There were only the dead.

“Really, Vivian?” I nodded, “But first, you have to take Sharon away.” “Right away.” Just as he had come, Sharon was dragged into the back seat like a rag. I thought John was joking. But to my surprise, he actually found 99 cars to crash into himself. When his assistant pulled him out from under the race car, he was unrecognizable. His entire body was disfigured, his face ruined, and he was completely disabled. John still tried to contact me but was locked away by his family.

As Riana read on and on about Angela she was amused, she couldn't believe that the innocent-looking girl could be this cruel. Perhaps the sayings. ' Don't judge a book by its cover ' ' Wolves in sheep clothing. ' Are true after all. She soon got to find out how Angela made sure to eliminate people in her way to get whatever she wanted and also how she sent hired assassins to her competitor just to win a competitor. Riana shivered involuntarily as she read on, then she thought. ' if a young girl of Seventeen could do this what more could an older girl do? '

Facing Ronan's killing blow, I didn't dodge. Not because I couldn't, but because I didn't care to. Just as those claws were about to tear into my throat… Boom! A thunderous explosion erupted from the entrance of the altar. The solid obsidian gates were smashed apart by sheer brute force. Stone fragments flew everywhere as smoke and dust rolled through the air. A top-tier Alpha pressure swept across the entire altar like a raging storm. It was wild, tyrannical, and hundreds of times stronger than Ronan's.

Meanwhile, Carla was in the thick of the fight on the other side of the battle. Her gun was blazing as she led her men with fearless resolve into the fray, her voice hoarse from shouting, "Hold the line! We've bled too much to give up now!" It was a ferocious fight, the product of their shared disdain for one another. As daylight came, streets lay scattered with leftovers of battle-ash, wrecked automobiles, smashed glass panes, blood-splattered pavement-and a city still had all its wounds; and it could already remember to view streets grimly against all this as overnight's carnage spilled on it. Smoky haze emanated from burned automobile hulls and morning air held that burning sensation, sha

CRUNCH. The reinforced pillars collapsed, metal screaming as it twisted into a jagged trap of steel and frost. The windshield exploded inward in a shower of diamond-sharp shards. The internal lights died, plunging us into a darkness lit only by the vengeful, dark red glow bleeding from the floor fissures. “Leo!” My voice was a ruined rasp, choked with ash-choking bitterness. I was pinned against the passenger door, my legs trapped beneath the crumpled dashboard, but my only focus was the small, vibrating frame in the back seat.

"I don't concern myself with whether collateral damage deserves what happens to it, Jace. I concern myself with outcomes." "Collateral damage." I repeated the words, horror crawling up my spine at how easily he'd said them, how completely he'd stripped Ariana down to nothing but an obstacle in his calculations. "She's a person. Not a chess piece you get to sacrifice whenever it's convenient for your plans."