Crash Into You Book Novels & Stories

Even I’m surprised by my own insane courage, but I move toward the source of the crash. Stepping past a few shelves, I see a large, heavy book lying on the floor. My eyes are afraid—but my hands reach for it on their own. “A Magical Treatise on Curses and Other Influences on Subjects.” “I’ll be damned,” slips from my lips when I read the title. “I mean… thanks!” I glance around into the emptiness, but there’s no response—which is probably for the best, because otherwise I’d have definitely scared myself half to death.

I bet that had to be a tremendous shock for her. I skim through the pages, finding nothing before moving to the next book, finding it equally uninteresting and completely foreign as I move from one to the next until I find one that’s binding is cracked and almost puffy in appearance. I tip it to the side, trying to discern if there is something inside the binding or if it is just naturally like that. A small press to the center of the spine and I hear the crackle of paper and I know I’ve found something.

His eyes turned golden “If anything comes up, just let me know.” He nodded and I left. As I drove to the hospital, my eyes landed on the book beside me. The Book of Knowledge. That was the only thing that could tell me what the hell was going to happen on Saturday and what was so auspicious about that day. Before I could raise my head up to look at the road, something crashed into me from the side, causing my head to snap back and my head to hit the wall. I could feel the car spinning and knowing that I was on the highway, I protected my head with my hands, not wanting to die this way. Not this way.

And then the book falls to the ground with a loud thud. I let out a soft cry in fear as I stare at the big book on the floor like it's going to grow a big and wide mouth and swallow me up. What exactly have I gotten myself into??

“I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late watching trash TV, alright?” “No promises.” Crystal responds, shooing me away. “You know that’s my favorite type since you’re so boring.” Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother responding before I head to my room and collapse on my bed so that I can finally let the weight of reality slam into me. “Shit,” I hiss, realizing what I was running headfirst into. “There really are monsters living amongst us and pretending to be humans.”

"Well after I was withdrawn from your class in second year, I went to a community college and became a health care giver." "Like a nurse?" "No. A rehabilitation provider. But you, the daughter of the great Hachis, smart and beautiful, the untouchable Robyn. How does it feel to be so vulnerable?" He said with a smirk. "Is that why you burned down my restaurant, cut the brakes in my car and send me those messages." Craig laughed. "The fire was meant to get your attention, the car, well. I can't fully take credit for that. Messages...... I'm not sure about that." He said pretending to scratch his chin. He looked directly at her as if wanting to solicit a reaction from her.

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 did not know what I was about to do. I faced the screen and typed something random. Failed. I typed another random code fast. Failed. I typed one more random code. This time, the screen did not say ‘failed.’ It said Crashed. A little crash icon popped up on the display. The whole crowd started talking over each other. The majority of the people in the hall were upset by their words, but I have achieved what I wanted. I have crashed the system and nothing Collins could do. “What are you going to do now? The system has crashed. Since you say it belongs to you, bring it back to life," I said.

I closed my eyes, instinctively trying to shield Abby with my body, waiting for the crash. But instead of the impact, a loud crash echoed beside me. The sound of metal crunching and tires squealing filled the air. The world seemed to shake as a second car barreled out of nowhere, slamming into the car that was headed toward us. The two vehicles collided with such force that they spun out of control, the screeching of metal deafening.

The air between us crackles. He comes around the desk in long, controlled strides. “That is impossible.” “Then explain it!” I shout back. Our voices rise together, colliding, echoing off the stone walls. He advances. I retreat, step by step, until there is nowhere left to go. My back hits the bookshelf with a solid thud. I suck in a breath. He slams his palm into the wood beside my head. The impact sends a violent shudder through the shelf. Books leap and tumble, leather-bound volumes raining down between us. Both of us flinch back instinctively as they crash to the floor, piling up in a chaotic heap like a hastily built wall.