Crash Or Crush Novels & Stories

It was a crack. And cracks didn’t need violence to destroy everything.

CRACK The sound resonated through the quiet courtyard as my bones shattered upon impact, and a sharp, agonizing tear of pure torment immediately tore past my lips. I lay crumpled on the cold earth, weeping hysterically from the sheer, blinding volume of pain radiating through my spine. I couldn't move. My muscles refused to obey a single command. While my concussed mind yet pondered on how to act, how to crawl, or how to slip away into the safety of the shadows, a brutal kick descended directly into the side of my head. The sheer force of the boot almost knocked me out completely, sending a kaleidoscope of white-hot spots dancing across my vision. And then, a relentless storm of heavy blows

Her voice vibrated like thunder. Chris froze, his expression shifting for a brief second, as if her words had landed deeper than he wanted to admit. A group of students slowed their steps nearby, whispering as they watched the scene unfold, but no one dared to intervene. Bryan’s grip on Tessa’s hand tightened as though he feared Chris might lunge forward any moment. The echo of Tessa’s defiant words rang in Chris’s head like a bell. But I knew Chris, he was stubborn when it came to love, especially when it involved the person he cared about.

Chance keeps bringing it back around. One more than nine. After ninety comes this round number. Followed by another zero, it climbs again. Failing came every single time I gave it a go. Trying new ways never led anywhere else. Quiet did nothing. The vehicle hit anyway. Even when I said nothing, the crash happened anyway. Back there, arms around them tight, words spilling out - I said love like it meant something. Crash came anyway. Each moment arrived, yet hunger returned without fail. Worst of all came the last turn.

Through hard force with rage within, she can't see herself bleed with the broken glass she crashed in her hand. Crash! "Ouch! Nooooooooooooo!" she shouts without hesitation as her boss leaves her alone in the room.

I had extended an olive branch, and it was only logical for them to grasp it. I later learned that Jeffrey was frantically trying to salvage his standing. He called client after client, pleading for them to reconsider, and was even seen begging banks for loan extensions. His assets were mortgaged to the hilt, but it was insufficient to cover his burgeoning losses. He was overconfident and overextending himself back then. Years of smooth sailing made him forget his limits. Now, he finally knew where he stood.

“Maggie was hurt but she’s going to be fine. They are keeping her overnight for observation.” He heard rustling and Dani calling to Levi. “Honey, wake up. Zane and Maggie have been in an accident.” “Are you okay? What happened? What can I do?” “No, I’m fine,” Zane huffed out a long breath. “Actually, it wasn’t exactly an accident. Maggie was attacked at Mama Tried. She’s got a concussion but she’s going to be fine.” He heard her gasp on the other end of the phone. “A concussion? What the fuck happened? Hold on, I’m putting you on speaker so Levi can hear.”

"Oh!" I slammed my hand down on the mattress like a wrestler in the ring who was begging for mercy or, at the very least, asking for some time to catch my breath. You know, someone who was tapping out. The truth is I wanted neither of those things. I might need them but want is a whole different ballgame.

With a final surge of energy, I unleashed a powerful onslaught, striking the vampire with a flurry of blows that staggered him momentarily. Seizing the opportunity, I sprang forward, teeth sinking into his shoulder, the taste of his vile essence flooding my senses. But even as my jaws clamped down, the vampire's cunning prevailed. With a swift motion, he twisted his body, using my own momentum against me. I was thrown off balance, crashing into the restroom's porcelain fixtures. Pain radiated through my body, momentarily stunning me. Pain radiated through my body as I crashed into the unforgiving porcelain fixtures, the impact shattering the delicate balance I had fought so hard to maintain.