Crash Novels & Stories

Then— CRASH. The plate slipped from my hands, shattering at my feet. Silence. They heard. They saw. *Fuck*

I stood at the head of the table, watching as the counter spun upward — one million, three, six, nine — climbing like wildfire. “Server overload detected!” one of our technicians called out. “Traffic’s beyond capacity!” The room erupted in motion. Our engineers scrambled to reroute connections, and for a brief moment, the Aiden Group page went dark. Then came the reports. “Aiden Group’s launch site has crashed due to unprecedented demand!” A wave of exhilaration surged through me. “Crashing from too much success?” I smirked. “That’s a good problem to have.” Vance grinned faintly. “We’ll be back online in a few minutes.”

I shoved Avelina Bianchi away hard, my voice sharp as I rejected her outright. "I'm not signing this form! My daughter is nowhere near a critical condition!" The truth was that my daughter, Nina Camollo, wasn't that seriously injured in the car accident. She had just hit her head and fallen into a coma, which was why the ambulance had rushed her to the hospital. In my past life, I had panicked and allowed Avelina to pull me along. In my confusion, I had signed that consent form, hiding a devilish clause.

“You... you will cause a global shutdown! We are holding the grid’s structural integrity together!” "Then let it crash," Anji whispered, his body locking up as the electrical feed fought to push him back. He gripped the main terminal, his boots skidding, his shirt burning, and he slammed a custom, hand-coded override—an 'illogical' series of signals that looped the input data on itself, a logical circle of "if this, then never." “System crash... unavoidable. Memory fragmentation... total.” The Hive-Voice dissolved into static, the hum in the walls falling an octave, then two, then zero.

My door got pushed open and I jumped up so hard and startled, my phone slipped out from my weak clasp unto the floor, the screen crashing down with a loud sound. My fucking phone! I thought as I hurriedly knelt down beside it before picking the phone up, my face looking so cracked and damaged due to the broken screen, stared back at me in a mocking way. I glared at my mum. How many times would I tell this woman to knock everytime before coming into my room, and everytime she just wouldn't listen.

Vera reassured them to not worry about them. “KRISS! CAN YOU HEAR ME!” Zadicus shouted, calling him out, hoping his voice could reach him. “YEAH! WE’RE FINE! GO AHEAD! WE WILL CATCH LATER!” Kriss yelled back when he managed to land perfectly on his feet without gaining any injury, realizing it was only an illusion and the cliff was not as deep as he thought. But, honestly, when they all fell, their heart stopped for a second in dread to fathom what could happen if they fell into this abyss and couldn’t return but thankfully it was an illusion.

He saw Grace cleaning the centre table. "Sir, I've prepared the coffee already" she told him immediately she saw him step into the sitting room. "I longer have appetite for anything this morning" he told her still walking towards the door "But sir..." He stopped abruptly" I said I don't want anything this morning, how hard is that for you to comprehend" he hissed and walked out. Marcus got into his car and regretted immediately for shouting at Grace unnecessarily, she wasn't even the one that annoyed him. He hit his steering wheel hard, a lot of emotions swirled inside him.

A broken, desperate laugh. “You delayed it, Adrian,” it hissed. “But the seal is breaking.” The sky cracked again. The light behind Adrian flickered violently. Lyra’s system screen glitched. [CRITICAL WARNING] [PRIMARY SYSTEM CORE DESTABILIZING] Lyra’s eyes widened. “What happens if the system collapses?” Adrian’s gaze returned to her. For the first time since he appeared… There was a hint of urgency in his expression. “If the system falls,” he said quietly,

Maddox’s POV The laptop slammed into the stone wall hard enough to shatter the screen. Plastic exploded across the office. The monitor split down the center before crashing onto the floor in a smoking pile of broken pieces. I stood there breathing slowly through my nose, my hands curled into fists so tightly my fingernails dug into my palms. Every carefully laid plan had collapsed right in front of me.

three months ago hadn’t gone down because of bad weather or engine failure. Someone had accessed its flight system remotely. That kind of digital interference wasn’t something an amateur could pull off. And Clara… Clara was one of the few experts capable of doing exactly that. There was more. In the forty-eight hours before the crash, Valeria had made only two phone calls — both to Clara. Each call had lasted just a few minutes, both placed shortly before the jet lost contact. Piece by piece, the puzzle began to fit. The jet that fell into the Atlantic hadn’t been carrying Valeria at all.