Crash Or Crush Novels & Stories

𝗼𝘂𝗹-𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁. 𝗧𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗿 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗵� �𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀.

The mountain didn’t just groan; it shrieked, the sound of ancient basalt splintering like glass as the ruins began to feast on the very air in our lungs. One second, we were bracing for the impact of a falling ceiling; the next, a massive slab of blackened ice tore through the vaulted arch, slamming into the roof of the SUV with the weight of a falling star. The armored chassis didn’t just buckle—it folded. CRUNCH.

When my husband from the arranged marriage lost his memory, I couldn't resist messing with him. “Adrian. Say 'Boss.'“ The man in the hospital bed hugged his pillow and looked up at me like a good little boy. “Boss.” I nodded, satisfied. Perfect. A whole year of marriage, and he never once called me his wife. One car crash, and he'd been demoted to calling me Boss. Adrian and I had an arranged marriage. I did it for my family's dying factory. After the wedding he was colder than the fridge. We slept in separate rooms. He wouldn't eat my cooking and wouldn't take my calls. He even saved my number in his phone as “the Bell girl.” I lived in the Crane house more carefully than the hired

"You are under suspicion of major online fraud and illegal fundraising. From this moment on, all crowdfunding accounts and bank cards under your name are frozen and forcibly seized." Billy's smile froze on his face at once, and his phone fell to the floor with a thud.

Flynn kissed me until my knees went weak and buckled. When I lost all strength and collapsed, he caught me by the waist, pulling me up and deepening this burning kiss. His other hand slipped under my shirt, roaming back and forth over my skin. Maybe it was hormones messing with my brain, but I didn't resist him at all. I just silently let myself sink into it. I felt something big and hard pressing against my lower abdomen through our clothes. The second I realized where this was heading, my mind snapped back into focus. My rational side woke up again, and I pushed him away at once.

The Nautilus-7 was dying. Inside the cabin, the sound was no longer a groan; it was a rhythmic, metallic screaming. They had passed the Test Depth (the maximum depth a sub is designed to operate safely) and were screaming toward Crush-Depth. Crush-Depth is the mathematical finish line of a submarine's life. It is the point where the billions of tons of water overhead become heavier than the titanium hull can resist. When a sub reaches crush-depth, it doesn't leak; it implodes. In less than a millisecond, the air inside is compressed so violently it reaches the temperature of the sun, and the crew is turned to dust before their nerves can even register pain.

Right? The truck immediately knocked over a milk bottle, creating what could only be described as a "white stock market crash." Milk splashed everywhere, creating an all-too-accurate metaphor for Takuto’s dwindling financial situation. In the midst of his failure, Takuto's heart sank as the car skidded out of control and splattered sand directly onto the principal’s face.

I yell as the stabbing pain shoots through my hands and knees. "Are you fucking stupid? Do you not know how to follow orders? You think you can fuck with my business?!" He yells and I clench my fists. I don't know whather or not to punch him in the knee becase regardless of whatever I did, he does not have the right to throw me around like this.

I closed my eyes as one of the boys climbs me, hooking my thigh on his arm. More kisses rains on my body. My shoulders receives bites, while my body was being suspended up just so my back leans on another guy who laid on the couch...naked! My body couldn't move except scream. I felt his cock pressed against my panties again as the one on me almost tore off my underwear but then I couldn't feel his touch again. The next sound my ears picks were grunts, punches and the loud bang of something falling. "How the fuck did you get in!" Someone yells but it was replaced by his grunt and a loud crash.

I swallowed hard, this man was dangerous. “If you do, you would understand how torturous your body is, and so help me God,” he swore huskily “that I don’t make you pay for all the hurt you’ve cause me— that way, when I am done with you, you will be unable to walk,”