Crash Novels & Stories

This is just insane. **********

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.

Crack. Shatter. Silence. Or maybe just to my ears.

Crash! A sharp, violent crack ripped through the sterile silence of the office. The remote control, a sleek, expensive piece of brushed metal, flew from James’s hand with terrifying force. It spun through the air like a deadly projectile, arcing across the vast room before shattering against the far wall, splintering into a dozen jagged fragments that clattered against the marble floor. The sound, sharp and final, seemed to echo his internal rage.

SURVIVE THE CORE STORM UNTIL SYSTEM RESETS OR BE ERASED. “Nice, simple objective,” Jax said weakly. “Love a binary.” The Admin’s avatar loomed. “YOU HAVE CHOSEN ERROR,” it said. “NOW EXPERIENCE CORRECTION.” The floor shuddered again. The mosaic of world‑fragments beneath us quivered, fault lines spiderwebbing out from the pillar in every direction. The crack in the far wall shot downward, forking into three, each branch racing across the tiles until it disappeared under our feet.

Then— CRACK!

To: Honey❤️ Please don't leave me..ILOVEYOU.

Said Crissa. "Don't mistake it by stalking. It's called, smart researching." Ellyza said artfully. "It's a lot of tissue. My cramps are coming out because of this cold." I almost blew out the Avocado Shake I was drinking. "Awful, Ely! You're an awful woman. I'm drinking an Avocado shake." "It's good that I just said, eh. Be glad that I didn’t wipe it on you." I pulled my phone out of my uniform pocket. My eyebrows rose when I saw Wright's name on the screen again.

He fell right into their plot, exactly as planned. The impact was devastating. His company was blindsided, left floundering and utterly unprepared. Almost overnight, the tides had turned. The once-powerful Hood Group was thrust back into the dire conditions it had barely escaped five years earlier, but this time, no one was willing to help them recover. In his desperation, Jeffrey called me. His voice was fraught with panic when I answered. "I need 30 million. Now," he pleaded. The audacity of his request almost made me laugh out loud. Tears of incredulity filled my eyes.

With one loud crash. Everything goes black.