Crash Landing On You Novels & Stories

I ask pleading with her. Yushraf could you believe I have to serve that girl as her maid before you were released? Could you believe landlord wanted to rape me just because of his money and after several pleading he just gave me two days to pay him or he will throw us out. That was how I ran out of the house with my golden necklace to sell, only to be hit by a car. Could you believe that car that hit me did it intentionally because the car was park at the road side and immediately when I was crossing the road, the same car that was park at the road side came with full speed and hit me and immediately ran away and then my vision also become blur. Tell me is that not plan? I have a feeling tha

I managed to push her out of the way making her land on the lawn by our neighbours house , but the driver ended up crashing into me . All I remember was getting hit and landing onto the cars screen . When the car stooped abruptly I ended up landing on the ground face up . For a moment my whole life flashed before my eyes and that included the past five years with Angelo and the kids . All I could hear was the ball bouncing. I was about to give in and surrender to what was pulling me into the darkness ; but my baby girl screaming for me to wake up brought me back to reality . "Cleo Pia no!"

Luca shouted, one arm wrapping hard around my waist as the guardian's descent steepened, its wings beating desperately against injuries that clearly refused to cooperate any longer. The ground rushed up faster than I could brace for, and at the last possible second, the creature twisted its massive body, absorbing the worst of the impact along its own uninjured side rather than letting any of us bear the full force of the crash. Even so, the landing threw us all sprawling across broken earth, the air punched entirely from my lungs on impact. For several long seconds, nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Somewhere nearby, I could hear the guardian's ragged, shallow breathing, each inhale sounding weak

He yanks the door forcefully open from the outside. "Thank y..." The words die in my throat as I get blinded by a sudden wash of high-beams and deafened by the screech of tearing tires, I am violently yanked out of the seat. THUD! We hit the concrete floor hard when the crash bellow through the air. I land squarely on top of a massive, solid body, both of us rolling over the rough pavement. The stranger's arms lock around me like iron bands, tucking my head securely against his chest just as the sickening crash surround us. The sound of my own ragged breathing echoes wildly in my ears. A cold, numbing shock sizzles up my spine while adrenaline pumps a stifling heat through my blood.

The silence following the "99% Crash" wasn't peaceful; it was unformatted. The air in the valley was a thick, grey haze of Dead Pixels and static. Every time the wind blew, it made a sound like a corrupted audio file—a rhythmic, digital stutter that scraped against my nerves. I didn't wait for the elevators. I threw myself from the command center balcony, using a localized Gravity-Bypass to slow my descent as I soared toward the glassy crater where Xander lay.

Steven smiled as he held out a piece of cake. Ruby took the bite. I stayed silent for a long time. Then tires screamed. A runaway semi burst into frame. Heading straight for the café. Straight for Ruby. Without hesitation, I yanked the wheel and floored the gas. The Audi slammed into the side of the truck. The footage exploded with violent shaking. Metal screamed. Glass shattered. The crash boomed through the speakers. Then, in the final second, my voice barely whispered: "Take care of yourself." The screen went black.

I grew up fatherless, clawing my way through the Chicago underbelly with my mom. She always said he loved us. That he just had to go far, far away. Until she got terminally ill. I dropped out of design school and rushed back, ready to drain our life savings to treat her. But she put a pair of scissors to her own throat. She told me not to touch the cash. It was the only thing she had to leave me. I pretended to agree. But the second I turned around, I took our fifty grand and ran to Mr. Sal, the neighborhood's back-alley doctor. I begged him to save her. "Fifty grand? This buys her three months. Tops." He lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, his eyes bored into me. Like he was looking at a gh

I took the key and opened the cockpit door. The man with glasses and Anna followed me inside. The man with glasses crouched down and tinkered with the controls for a moment. The plummeting sensation crushed his chest and made it impossible to catch his breath. He said, “Once the self-destruct program starts, there’s no way to cancel it. We have to find a good spot to crash-land.” Anna looked at the map system and then said, “We’re surrounded by water. Only the ocean lies below us. A crash-landing is going to be really tough.”

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.

In the blink of an eye, he crashed back to the ground. A cloud of dust and a loud boom marked his landing. "Bro!" Terrence rushed towards him. Wouldn't Victor be crushed falling from that height? Terrence was ready to inherit Victor's assets. But Victor disappointed him. In the crater which was nearly two meters deep, Victor slowly stood up. At the moment of impact, Victor fired the thruster, reducing the force of the landing. He also bent his legs to absorb the shock. Therefore, he was fine.