Crash Into You Book Novels & Stories

Where has my brain been? I try to call her back a second time, but just as the call drops, a crash sounds out in the distance behind me, echoing toward me and bouncing off every ancient shelf. I jump to my feet, my entire body tingling with adrenaline, and gather the books. “Nope,” I whisper, sniffling as I fist the lamp–battery operated and the best purchase I’ve made so far for my new career–and whirl toward the sound. Blood rushes in my ears. I scan my murky surroundings and decide in an instant that I’m probably done for the day–at least here.

The humiliation, the anger, the pain—it all surged inside me, threatening to drown me. Why does it have to be me? Why do they all hate me so much? I felt like I couldn’t breathe, my chest heaving with sobs as I ran. The whispers, the laughter, Alisa’s disgusting words—they wouldn’t stop echoing in my head. Then it happened. I crashed into something—or someone—hard enough to knock the breath out of me. The impact sent me stumbling back, my books slipping from my arms and hitting the ground with a dull thud.

This house was so boring and lonely that the only thing saving me from silent madness was the book. I took chips from the bowl while my eyes moved along the lines of the book. He said Savi will come today to send me books again along with the other things I asked him to buy. But I've been wondering that why he took so long and has not yet arrived. Why is that? I put down what I was reading, and looked out the window at the front of the house. I stared at the vantage point for a few seconds before I decided to stand up and felt something strange around me. It doesn't make me feel good, but I can't figure out what caused it.

The compelling would be so strong, its not easy to resist' the text read. Kyra closed the book shut when she started to feel uneasy. She stood up so fast that the chair she was sitting on toppled over. She stumbled over one of the legs of the chair and fell back wards. Her arms flailing while she tried to stop the fall. She tried to grab the shelf, but accidentally grabbed a book that was placed in the corner at the middle row of that shelf. She saw the book moving out of the row, but got stuck. Her hand slipped and she couldn't stop her fall. She was expecting to fall on the floor, she did, but into the hole which was opened in the floor out of the blue.

Johnny growled darkly, "Your money's ours if you die, you wretched beast!" A car was zooming toward me. I saw the driver, and how his eyes had gone wide with panic. His hands gripped the steering wheel as his tires desperately skidded to a halt. Soon, the air was filled with the stench of burning rubber. This fear. This fear was oh-so familiar. It hit me like a truck, and I was rooted to the asphalt, unable to move. Right before the car could crash into me, a black supercar lunged from somewhere behind me and bumped into the incoming car, forcing it back.

When my husband from the arranged marriage lost his memory, I couldn't resist messing with him. “Adrian. Say 'Boss.'“ The man in the hospital bed hugged his pillow and looked up at me like a good little boy. “Boss.” I nodded, satisfied. Perfect. A whole year of marriage, and he never once called me his wife. One car crash, and he'd been demoted to calling me Boss. Adrian and I had an arranged marriage. I did it for my family's dying factory. After the wedding he was colder than the fridge. We slept in separate rooms. He wouldn't eat my cooking and wouldn't take my calls. He even saved my number in his phone as “the Bell girl.” I lived in the Crane house more carefully than the hired

My heart raced, and I paled; they were coming this way. “Please, Otis, I don’t understand! I—” “Listen to me! You are Cressida Cardinal, and you are a magic wielder. The people invading Cardinal City are not your allies. If they find you here, you will die! Now run!” I could feel hot tears streaming down my face, as the explosion shattered the library wall. The sound was deafening, and I could see huge chunks of stone flying in every direction, hitting the shelves and the books, making them fall. The pages of books floated down and burned as the broken oil lamps fed the fire, filling the air with smoke, and making it difficult to breathe. I had to cover my mouth and nose with a piece of clot

My fingers fumble, and the book falls, wide open and face down. Another whistle rings out, closer this time. I pitch the book into the crate and scramble to sit on the pallet, wrapping my arms around my shins, tucking my knees to my chin.

My heart skipped a beat, and in my distraction, I stumbled, sending a few books crashing down on top of me. I cursed under my breath, rubbing the spot where one particularly heavy tome had landed.

Before I could even scream, a massive, heavy object smashed violently against the side of my skull. Blinding white light exploded behind my eyes. The excruciating pain short-circuited my brain. My knees gave out instantly, and the cold stone floor rushed up to meet my face. Everything went black. JACOB CRASH! The massive, antique wooden bookshelf shattered into splinters as I hurled a solid oak chair directly through it. Heavy, leather-bound books rained down across the floor of my private study. “F***!” I roared at the top of my lungs, grabbing a silver lamp off my desk and hurling it violently at the stone wall.