Crash Landing On You Book Novels & Stories

Note; Dear readers and fans, please try to drop your comment in the app about the book, it's a good thing I will be able to read my readers minds from the comments. Do this and be bless and don't forget to rate this book. Thank you. Selene's POV. The bomb went off just as I made to head towards him. The loud bang burst my eardrums and the force flew me backwards that I landed on my butt on the hard ground. There was so much pain around my back and shoulders and for seconds, I couldn't move nor hear a thing.

A spark ignited within her in that fleeting moment. Harper considers her red face to be a reaction to her panic. He took out his phone, whose screen was broken to call someone. Daisy sat on the floor and dazedly looked at Harper who was ordering someone. After a few seconds, the lift started, As soon as the lift stopped at the ground floor Harper got out of the lift, he did not even spare a glance at her. Daisy also exited from the lift “Crackhead” She murmured in her mouth; she waited for his words of consolation, hoping for reassurance and comfort. His touch on her back had hinted at a caring presence, and she longed to hear his soothing words, but as soon as the lift opened, he walked out

My logical brain tries to intercede, telling me that my plan will fail and that I will end up watching him die because of my own misguided choices, not the cruelty of the Luxandrian queen and I will only have myself to blame. Unfortunately, it is not my thinking brain that is in control. At this moment, I am a beast. The ground is too close. Pulling my claw to my chest, I hold Primus tightly next to my heart as I close my eyes and brace for impact. Since there is no way to slow my descent or to prevent our rough landing, twisting in the air, I wrap my wings around us both. The two of us fall with a hard crash, landing like a meteor, burning the ground underneath me. Even after landing, we co

The landing was not a descent; it was a crash held back by sheer arrogance. The helicopter skids tore into the frost-bitten grass of the cliffside, missing the greenhouse by a mere ten feet. As the rotors began their slow, dying whine, the silence of the Maine coast rushed in—vast, cold, and indifferent to the dramas of men.

Someone had accidentally spilled a bit of wine on the hem of Susie's dress, and now, Hank was demanding an apology relentlessly. Watching this unfold triggered a memory, one from years ago. We had been at another banquet, much like this one. I was standing near the champagne tower when Susie shoved me, seemingly by accident. I lost my balance, crashing into the tower, shattering glasses as I fell. Champagne and blood mixed as they dripped down my body. I had looked to Hank for help, but instead, he had unleashed his fury on me, his words sharp and cutting in front of everyone. "Can't you walk properly? You didn't see the giant champagne tower right in front of you? Do you know how important

I felt the horrors of the car tilting, rolling over. The windshield exploded. Metal screamed. Glass exploded around me like deadly confetti. The crash was brutal. My head slammed into something hard. Pain burst through my skull, white-hot and jagged. I barely had time to catch my breath before another wave of pain ripped through my body. Then— Darkness. --- Creed's POV Something within me that I couldn't identify slid over me, creeping beneath my skin like a slow, poisonous rash. Guilt? Maybe. YuYu had left not long after Zara, vowing to dry clean my clothes and return them to me when the office resumed after the winter holiday break.

This was strangely nice. . “You are going to fucking ruin me, Love”, And with that I got my lips crashing down on hers. . . . #TBC

she said and I waved great fully at her before reaching the shelf. As I looked at the books, one of it caught my eyes.. " calming the storms ". Immediately a smile shoots up on my face and I picked the book up to inspect it. I wanted to read this so I turned and still staring at the book, reading what the book was about. I hit something or should I say I bumped heads with something or someone possibly.. " fuck " I winced in pain before backing away and hitting the cabinet with my foot, causing me to sprain my ankle.. I'm sure I sprained it.

I had lifted off the ground high enough that it couldn’t have been just a very good jump… and then it all came crashing down! I couldn’t figure out how to fly and the second a slight gust of wind had blown in my direction, it knocked my balance off and I crash-landed into a tree. I wasn’t high up when it happened, but the crash itself knocked me out for a few seconds. Dazed, I gazed up at the treetops from my position on the floor. Was this how birds felt when they crashed into glass windows and doors?

A fucking bomb. Desperately, I try to crawl out but who am I kidding? I’m like an ant trying to outrun a foot. He throws it into the house where I lay in my own puddle of blood. The bomb lands near me and it explodes. The power of the shockwave is immensely strong. It lifts me up and for a moment, I feel as if I can fly. But I do not land gracefully. Instead, I land on something hard and feel an agonizing pain shoot up my body.