Crash N Sane Trilogy Review Novels & Stories

"This is all your fault for being so greedy. Don't blame me if you can't paint anymore!" By the time all ten of my fingers were broken, I couldn't make a sound anymore. As I teetered on the brink of unconsciousness from the pain, someone finally arrived. It was Felix. He stood frozen, his face pale with fury as he took in the chaos around him. "What the hell are you doing? Who gave you permission to come here?"

” Matthew ~”Fuck Kay, he owns a shitload of other places. Kayley ~”Fuck this, he is a goddamn liar.” René ~”We picked out something we think you might like.” After several hours, it is finally done. I give myself a once off in the mirror and nearly burst into tears. Kayley ~”Fuck it is amazing.” Danny ~”You can't even see those scars.” René ~”I think it is fucking awesome.” Matthew ~”It looks hot.” Kayley ~”You guys are fucking awesome.”

It has been a stressful day for a Friday. She remembered their B2, how she got really happy when the teacher had said he was giving them a B2. And Kavinsky as well, he had been a good person to her. A very very good friend. He somehow lifted her spirit from how she has always been for the past three years. Truth be told, those years had not been easy for her. They were the worst months ever. She remembered the video game too. It felt so good to win something. To somehow feel you are good at something, especially if it is something you just learned.

he said his eyes glistening. I nodded about my head vigorously trying to think something but my mind was totally blank. Thing which keeps me sane? Calms me give me comforts? What's it? I closed my eyes trying to remember something. Suddenly Joshua's face came infront of me, how he cares for me, he concerns for me, tell me what's wrong and right, his presence calms me, he comforts me when I need it, he-he is the one who keeps me sane. I opened my eyes and stuttered out "Y-you it's you who keeps me sane."

“Now I want you all to remember the five S’s of wine tasting, see, swirl, sniff, snip, savor. In a minute, remove the cap from your glass.” Like programmed robots, the audience followed every instruction, so did Peter. He gestured for me to do the same. I lifted the glass to my lips. It was a rich full-bodied mix. It wasn't my usual drink but it’ll do. "Mhmm,” he sounded in appreciation. “You know what I taste? I taste pride, the pride of every caretaker, the pride of each seed sown, the pride of Lavigne.”

Samantha POV The Sanctuary did not explode. Which, frankly, felt rude. After everything—Silas ripping reality like a cheap zipper, Sébastien emotionally detonating centuries of unresolved trauma, me discovering I could rewrite metaphysics like deprecated code—I had expected at least a small collapse. A chandelier falling. A wall melting. Something cinematic. Instead, the Sanctuary did what all terrifyingly competent systems do after a catastrophic event. It rebooted. Soft gold light replaced the angry red. The crystalline veins dimmed to a warm, steady pulse. Somewhere deep in the manor, something chimed—polite. Cheerful. Like a server confirming that yes, the apocalypse had been successfull

he revealed. “San seems in a precarious situation ! The warriors are forcing her to take a defensive stance !!” an afraid Ness squeaked as she huddled herself deeper inside Kris’ chest, who instantly wrapped his arms around her and comforted her by saying, “San is our iron clad warrior, Ness. That bitch is like a cat with nine lives. She is not gonna die so easily,” he chuckled. Bitch and cat ? Wow ! The Beta is so gonna be dead when San will hear about it.

I just hope going back into teraphy wouldn't bring back memories I'll like to not think about. Oh well. ****** Just a few more days before exams would be finally over, lord. I can't fucking wait. Reading for exams is freaking hard, whoever disagrees with me is an asshole. Yup, Silas disagreed with me, so that made him an asshole. And he's always rubbing it into my face of how it's so easy for him to read and understand unlike me who have to read, concentrate and still summarise before understanding anything, which makes him a bigger asshole on a whole different level.

I say. “They do, according to what I’ve heard,” Aunt Grace agrees. As we pull to a stop, Uncle Eli leans forward. “I’m with you, Kieran. This is all a bunch of bullshit if you ask me.” “Thank you!” he says, making me laugh. “Oh, don’t listen to him. He doesn’t like sprites either,” Aunt Grace scolds. “They’re annoying as shit,” Uncle Eli growls. As soon as we step out of the van, Silas’ nose goes up into the air and he growls softly.

" Only Bianca remained silent as she gripped the paper so tightly her fingertips paled. This didn't feel like a tantrum to her at all. Just then, Everest came running down the stairs. His eyes were red-rimmed, and tears streamed down his cheeks. "This is all my fault… Mom, Dad, Bianca, we have to find him! He's alone out there and injured, so what if something happens to him?" He looked innocent and pitiful. Bianca felt her irritation deepen at the sight, yet her instinctive reaction was to comfort him. "This isn't your fault. He's just being difficult. "Stop crying now. I'll have my men look for him right away." "Yes, that has to be it," she told herself. Deep down, she convinced herself th