Novel & Cerita Crash Pit Regular Show

he impatiently asked. “You have to come to the location I had sent you Jeonghan,” I whispered. “I am with Brittany right now, I’ll tell you everything later,” I said, then I heard Yoo-Mi’s scream. “Hurry Jeonghan!” And I hung up as I ran back inside the warehouse and my heart shattered into pieces with the sight. I wasted no time and kicked Scarface in the face making him throw and crash on the ground, his head smacked against the tile. He groaned in extreme pain as blood splattered from his mouth.

he rasped, “love to see you work The Pit, you arthritic son of bitch. Probably fall and break your neck, then find some way to blame it on one of us assholes . . . ” Bobby’s rant trailed off as his right foot caught on a steel beam hidden in the rusted jumble. He hopped on his left foot until he stepped on a pile of rusted chain. The links slid under his heel, toppling him backward. With a shout, arms wheeling, he fell sideways; sure he would impale himself on some jagged piece of metal as punishment for his slander against the scrap metal god of Clifton Heights . . .

"Don't talk nonsense. I have money. Whatever happens, I just want you to be okay." I pressed myself against the corridor wall, trying to push away the dull ache building in my chest with scattered guesses. Okay—Kyle wasn't rotting. He had a shadow, a body, and warmth. He breathed. If he was actually sick and seeking treatment, was his end goal Dakota's money? If so, things were about to get messy… My temples throbbed. A cold sensation crawled up my skin. I didn't even notice when the studio suddenly went quiet. Then, the live comments exploded with warnings.

The livestream fell into a dead silence. For ten full seconds, not a single comment appeared, then the chat exploded. [What the hell?!] [Scripted? It was all scripted? We've been played like idiots for three years?] [He didn't even let her see her mom before she died? That's not human. That's a monster!] [Give me my money back! Every single cent!] I turned my head and looked at Matthias. He stood there, completely frozen.

He gave all his passion to his crush and acted like a caring husband to his wife. Samuel, which one was the real you? I let out a bitter laugh as tears fell down my face. Scenes from the past three years ran through my mind. I saw my mother’s tragic death. I saw Samuel holding out his hand to me in the rain. Everything kept switching back and forth in my head. In the end, my gaze stopped on the pardon letter signed under my name as her family. I could not hold it in any longer. “Ugh!” I ran into the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. I made a complete mess.

Jessica tried to join the adults' conversation but found herself unable to contribute. Joseph sat next to me and completely ignored the others. "Nana, are you planning to enter more competitions? We haven't hung out in ages." "Where do you want to go?" I asked. His eyes lit up. "There's a new racetrack my friend's family just opened! I heard it's awesome. How about we check it out next weekend?" Nathan frowned. "Joe, Nana's a girl. She shouldn't be doing such dangerous activities." "Sure, I'd love to!" I agreed readily.

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I drank until my stomach was perforated and nearly suffered alcohol poisoning, all for a single deal. I even once sped down the highway at 220 miles per hour to sign a contract, coming dangerously close to death. I was the one who pulled Sanders Technology back from the brink of collapse and drove it toward going public. Those ten years were full of hardships and sacrifices, and above all, they were for her. Time and again, I had believed I would dedicate my life to this company, and to her. I never thought I would leave today like this, with my heart dead and my soul in ruins.

But was him finding a replacement during the three years I was away an act of loving me? Knock, knock. The sudden sound of knocking on the door made Charles regain his rationality. He let go and turned to the door. Susan’s delicate voice came through. “Charles, could you come out for a bit?” Charles stood up and opened the door to speak with her. “What is it?” “Zach wants to sleep with you. I’ve been trying to calm him down, but it’s useless. I’m sorry.” “It’s fine. I’ll go with you.” He comforted the uneasy Susan with a gentle voice before he gave me a meaningful look and left.

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