Ghost In Car Crash の小説・ストーリー

It just sat there, positioned to see the garage entrance without being directly in front of it. I slowed my walk without stopping completely. Through the garage window, I could see Rafe's silhouette. He wasn't moving. He was watching the SUV too. Ghost appeared in the doorway of the garage not urgently, not dramatically just present in the frame, hands loose at his sides, watching the road. The way a man watches when he has watched things like this before and knows exactly how much attention to give them. Twenty minutes later, the SUV pulled away. No indicator. No pause. Just gone.

There only God can help her by crushing this car with something and killing everyone in this car including her. Her wish was granted by God or the devil no one knows, their car collided with another car which was coming from the opposite direction, but strangely those goons didn't see any car was coming or they wouldn't have taken their car on that side, it was like an invisible car, suddenly appeared just in front of their car. And "Boom". Smoke and fire started on the goons' car where the other car's front part was broken. It was well just like before. Isabella fainted from the shock of the collision but for a few seconds when she opened her eyes she found everyone was dead, the head of on

Once he was no longer needed, Pete joined Melody in holding vigil at the window. They said nothing, but each was well aware of the difference in the behavior of a few of the spirits that wandered the charred earth. Not only were they looking more alert and becoming more animated, but they were starting to speak with each other. Pete was relieved to see that it was only a small portion of the spirits that were coming to life, but it was still enough to worry him. If bullets didn’t work on them, what were they supposed to use if those devils decided to attack? Harold’s vicious end would be embedded in his mind forever.

The car that crashed into Grey's vehicle spun uncontrollably before being hit by another car from the opposite direction. Subsequent chain collisions occurred, and smoke billowed everywhere. Several cars stopped, and their passengers got out in shock. Keyara's ears were ringing, and she felt like she had lost her hearing for a moment. The impact had pinned her leg to the mangled car door, and broken glass had cut her arm. Meanwhile, Grey, who was saved by the airbag that deployed from the steering wheel, lifted his face. His body ached, but not too severely. He had no significant injuries, but Keyara was different. Her leg was pinned.

FREDERICK The Ghost was dead. It was the only thing I could think of as I staggered along on the dirt path beside the highway, hooking out my thumb as yet another wash of yellow headlights blinded me and sped past, blowing dust in my eyes. “Bloody hell,” I groaned, struggling not to breathe too deeply as my lungs burned from the pain that had not stopped tearing at my sides and back. I fisted the phone I had fished from the gray-eyed man’s shirt pockets firmly in my hand, the memory of the pike thrust firmly through his open mouth and shooting out the back of his head and chest as his bloodied eyes stared on sightless burned into my scalp.

The blare of the car horn was a shriek, a sound from a different world, and it shocked her back into her own body. She stumbled, her silk heel catching on the asphalt, and fell to her knees. The gravel of the roadside bit into her palms, a sharp, grounding pain. The town car, a massive black Escalade, was stopped just inches from her, the driver's face a mask of white, terrified shock. She was a ghost in his headlights, a sacrificial offering.

The bodyguard runs over the bush and the car ends up smacking. Right in the place where the accident has taken place, people gather around and went to check if whoever was still in that car was still breathing because they've heard the sound of the accident from where they are when it happened and people who seems to be a witness knew that whoever that's in that car won't survive the ghostly motor accident..

Ghost’s fingers flew across the keyboard, screens reflecting off his glasses in rapid flashes of blue and white. Every camera feed in the city was up. Every traffic cam. Every toll booth. Every intersection. And none of it was enough. “She’s in a black sedan,” Ghost muttered. “Tinted windows. No plates. They knew what they were doing.” I paced behind him, chest tight, hands shaking. I couldn’t sit. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

Here’s Chapter 20 – Echoes of Betrayal for Ghost on the Highway, taking the story to its most intense, emotional, and shocking point yet, with a cliffhanger that will leave readers desperate for the next instalment. --- CHAPTER TWENTY – ECHOES OF BETRAYAL The scrapyard was a war zone. Flames licked the steel carcasses of old cars, sending twisted shadows dancing across the asphalt. Smoke choked the night, curling around everything like a living thing. My chest burnt, every breath a struggle, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t look away. Saint hovered above the wreckage, eyes glowing red, untouchable, like some god of vengeance. And beside him… Elena. Alive. Smiling. The betrayal cut deeper than

But it’s empty. I walk closer. The passenger door hangs open, dripping river water. On the driver's side, the door is closed but the window glass is gone, like someone crashed it. The seatbelt is still looped through the frame but unbuckled. Everything points in one direction, they escaped. Ghost walks around the car, running his fingers along the shattered frame. He crouches near the broken window, inspecting the edges. “Someone escaped from this side.” he says after a moment. “The glass broke from the inside out. They didn’t drown, Zero. They got out before the car went under.”