Novel & Cerita Crash Into You Book

As if guided by some divine hand, I’d only taken snapshots of my sketches from the book, leaving the original right there—back on his desk like a taunt. I smiled. Not sweetly. Sharp. Calculated. Then I turned away from the door and walked past him, chin high, spine straight. Like I wasn’t still shaking inside. Then I stopped at his desk. My eyes scanned the tabletop. The book lay innocently among the clutter, but I needed drama—an explosion to burn his confidence to the ground. He opened his mouth, confused. “What are you…” CRASH. I flipped the table. The sound was thunderous. Books and papers scattered like autumn leaves in a hurricane. A glass pen holder shattered on the floor, sending sha

The echo hadn’t even died when— Crash. His fist drove straight through the edge of an enormous oak desk. The thick timber split down the middle with a deafening crack. Books slid from the shelves. An inkpot toppled over, black ink bleeding across maps that had probably taken weeks to draw. Holy. Fucking. Shit. I flinched. Varul stood motionless, breathing hard. His shoulders rose and fell. His fist remained buried inside the shattered wood. Blood dripped steadily onto the floor. Neither of us spoke.

“Biggest one yet. Their CEO happens to be in town. I’ll go meet his assistant and sign everything today. You don’t even have to show up.” I smiled for the first time in weeks. “Be careful,” I told her. “And don’t mention me.” She promised. That afternoon, she walked into the hotel where the meeting was set. But when the man across the table looked up, he froze. His name was Ryan — Luca’s personal assistant. The moment Ryan saw Clara, he froze. He knew that face — if his memory served him right, she was Valeria’s closest friend. According to the investigation, the private jet that “crashed” three months ago hadn’t gone down because of bad weather or engine failure.

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I continue to smash and destroy everything within reach, each crash and clatter echoing the turmoil in my mind. A framed picture of Graham and me, once a symbol of our partnership, now feels like a mockery. I grab it and throw it with all my might, watching as it shatters into fragments. The glass cuts my hand, but I barely feel it through the haze of rage and despair. The bookshelf is next. I yank books from the shelves, flinging them across the room. The titles blur together as they hit the walls and floor with dull thuds. The room, once a place of order and control, is now a chaotic mess, mirroring the ruin of my life.

They become rabid and dangerous to themselves and others. "Looks like you made yourself at home already," a voice said. The book fell from my hands in shock. I was so engrossed in reading the book that I didn't hear the sound of his footsteps. I stood up to look at him at the entrance. He stood there resting on the door frame with his legs crossed.

I lose my footing and slip The floor is cold and hard against my bottom, and the heavy tome smacks me right on the head. “Ow, ow, ow!” I hold my skull, wondering if it’s possible to get it fractured with a book I cast a hurt look at the book laying a few paces at my side. It lies quietly and harmlessly, as though it didn’t nearly assassinate me just now.

I was someone sitting in a destroyed room in dirty clothes, and we both knew it. "You're not fine. You're hiding again. And I thought we were past this." She reached out and tucked a strand of greasy hair behind my ear, and the gentleness of it nearly broke me again. "What happened Monday? The truth this time." I took a shaky breath. The words came out in a rush, like if I didn't say them fast enough I'd lose my nerve. "The library guy didn't show up. I was leaving and I crashed into someone. Literally walked right into him. Everything I was carrying just..." I made a scattering motion with my hands. "Everywhere. And his phone cracked. The screen just shattered."

She deserves Richard and his fancy house and not having to worry about money anymore. Even if it means I have to suffer through this place. I'm reading her text and trying to walk at the same time when I realize I'm going too fast. There's a corner coming up, and I should probably slow down, but I'm already late and— CRASH. The collision happens so fast I don't even see it coming. One second I'm rushing around the corner, the next I'm slamming into something solid and warm. My coffee cup flies out of my hands like it has wings, and hot coffee goes everywhere. I mean everywhere. It splashes across the stone floor, it hits the walls, and worst of all, it soaks both me and whoever I just crashe

With my car parked on the side of the road, I was just about to send my boyfriend, Harrison Leach, a text when I got rear-ended. "Harry, my mom's flying in late. I'm waiting for her outside the airport. I know you're working overtime, so you don't have to worry about us. Just focus on your work." I didn't even get to press send before a loud bang rang out. The force from the collision bumped my car several yards forward. Even my phone flew out of my hands.