Crash Or Crush Novels & Stories

Kola asked and Felix hissed playfully. “I wish I had” Felix replied and Kola chuckled. “I have a feeling she’s just about the corner” Kola said and Felix folded his arms as he put off the AC and wounded down the glass allowing the fresh evening breeze to blow against him. “I hope she is” he whispered into the air but Kola turned to him but didn’t say anything. He also wounded down the glass as the evening breeze blew against him. They soon got to Crunchies and Kola quickly parked the car and they both got down.

The Market Crash descended upon the boardroom like a localized apocalypse. Its mere presence caused the marble platform to splinter, and the miniature planets orbiting the desk began to violently implode from the sheer conceptual pressure of complete economic collapse. "It’s an absolute wipeout entity!" Ben Carter screamed over the roaring cosmic winds, his fingers desperately flying across his holographic tablet. "Jack, it doesn't have a balance sheet! You can't audit it! It is the concept of a zero-sum game made flesh!"

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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.

My nails dig into his skin, leave deep trails. He slams his forehead into mine. The crack echoes, blood blinds me. The world swims but I don’t let go. I drag his face down and smash my forehead against his in return. We both stumble, glass crunching underfoot, the table collapsing completely as we crash to the floor together.

With a sudden, violent movement, his fingers clenched into a fist. Crack. The sound echoed in my chest. He didn’t just break the card—he crushed it with so much force that his own skin split open. Blood dripped from his palm, bright red drops staining the cold pavement beneath him.

Mark answered abruptly, trying to maintain balance. Finally, with a bone-jarring impact, the truck crashed into a tree, bringing its tumultuous journey to an abrupt halt. The force of the collision sent all three occupants sprawling to the floor, their bodies colliding with unforgiving surfaces. The confined space was filled with a momentary stillness, broken only by the groans of pain and the creaking of damaged metal.

Why couldn’t I get my body to do anything? “It’s collapsing!” A sharp crack filled the air and the group broke apart as one of them was slammed into the building. Another sharp crack filled the air. The brick burst apart as the walls started to collapse. The ground shook as it started to fold. I tried to keep my balance, but the shockwave sent me flying back into another wall. I slumped and barely caught my balance.

Anna's head was bowed low as she tried to fit her skirt firmly and neatly on her body. "My clothes are missing", Kaylee said loudly and Anna turned her head up abruptly and widen her eyes in shock "What?!" * * *

With that, he gave me a cold look, then turned and walked back into Fiona’s hospital room without looking back. My heart froze as his cold back disappeared. I heard him gently comfort Fiona. I could not believe Nigel thought I was a bad person, even though he had no proof at all. I rubbed my sore eyes and was about to leave when Jora came out. She leaned close to me with a smug smile. “So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.”