Crash Or Crush Novels & Stories

"Crack!" "Crack!" The sound of stones shattering could be heard. Following that, shattered rocks began to fall from the statues like apples being peeled. "No!" The Spirit-devouring King roared with grief and indignation, trying to stop the statue of the Spirit-eating Beast from collapsing. Unfortunately!

A guy who only yesterday hinted that he still wanted me. Swinging it inwards with a kick so it flies and bangs into the wall beside with such force that pictures are demounted and crash to the floor in splendid, splintering chaos. Rattling, smashing, and banging, along with the rush of air it exudes from my force.

And instantly the hinges crack as stone dust falls from the frame. Just after the third impact, the door tears from its frame and crashes to the floor. BANG!!!

*crunch* * crunch* *crack* *crack* Wilson walked. *crack* *crack* *crack* *crack* Whoever was following behind was moving faster as well; he or she was running and was becoming less cautious. As a result, his or her footsteps made more noise. Perhaps the follower or maybe tracker was more accurate; was either trying to use the noise to put pressure on Wilson or perhaps that person was just trying to catch up to Wilson. Maybe to form a kind of alliance - no one knew.

Crash! A terrifying force suddenly descended from the sky, creating an overwhelmingly fearsome sight that left Tyron trembling with dread. He could hardly comprehend what was happening. The devastating power rained down with no regard for anything as if it aimed to slam into the ground and shatter it completely.

I whispered to myself, letting out small puffs of flustered breaths slowly. I'm so fucked, we are literally neighbours. We are fucking neighbours now!

someone inside asked after a moment. "Food delivery." "Huh?" Boom! In the very next instant, a deafening crash rang out. The door wasn't merely opened—it was smashed flat. A massive stone slammed into it, obliterating the latch and hinges, knocking the entire door down. "Ah—!" A piercing scream came from beneath the door. The person who had opened it was pinned underneath, crushed badly. Blood seeped from the edges of the door panel. With the heavy stone pressing down, there was no way to push it off. Each breath compressed his chest tighter, making the next one even harder to draw.

Once the knee was broken, it was basically scrapped. “Ah—! How dare you to do that?! Do you know who I am?!” The blond guy screamed as he desperately tried to dodge him. Alex asked, “Who are you?” However, as soon as he finished asking him, he applied force on the blond guy’s knee. Crack! It was the sound of a bone being completely crushed. As the bone was crushed into crumbs, the knee area of the blond guy collapsed weirdly. This time, the blond fainted right away from the pain.

But the massive crane that was installed for the construction of high-rises, tipped over and crashed straight on us. When it hit, there was this massive thunder of matter against matter grinding in a howling twisting of metal and concrete. Within the same second, the jingle of broken glass proceeded to rain on us with knife-like shard that sprayed anyone near enough. Then the metal infrastructure, slowly slid sideways, scraping the entire side of the building in a deafening roar, until it finally smashed against a lower section of the building, and we heard it partially fall to pieces. And amongst the rubble falling, glass breaking, and the metal twisting in a wail, we also heard something b

“Biggest one yet. Their CEO happens to be in town. I’ll go meet his assistant and sign everything today. You don’t even have to show up.” I smiled for the first time in weeks. “Be careful,” I told her. “And don’t mention me.” She promised. That afternoon, she walked into the hotel where the meeting was set. But when the man across the table looked up, he froze. His name was Ryan — Luca’s personal assistant. The moment Ryan saw Clara, he froze. He knew that face — if his memory served him right, she was Valeria’s closest friend. According to the investigation, the private jet that “crashed” three months ago hadn’t gone down because of bad weather or engine failure.