Hit And Run Novel Novels & Stories

I thought that I would feel something, but I didn't. How could I not feel something? I just killed the woman that was made for me to love and nothing. I began to wonder if she was my destined mate at all. I didn’t even feel the bond breaking. In the years to come after that, I never got serious with anyone. I went to clubs and had plenty of woman but never the same one twice. I started building my empire, both above board and criminal. Henry and I created The Damascus Group and used the money we made to fund our criminal empire. We had always been very careful and then I met Tabitha.

They hit her, and they zoomed off into the night. This wasn't an accident. A normal driver would have swerved. A normal person would have stopped. "A hit and run," I whispered to the empty stairwell. My blood turned to ice. This was planned. The person who did this was still out there. And while they were celebrating, Eliora was hooked up to a machine, fighting for her life. Then my mind went to my own past. The person who attacked me… could it be the same person? I had told Eliora before that I had found out who leaked the headline. But shortly after that, my incident happened. And now, this happens to her.

Raine’s POV The road was quiet….Hanni slowed the car, wiping the mist off my windshield. a small ache already throbbing behind my eyes. I had a bad feeling like something bad was about to happen. He had barely driven two streets away from the house when suddenly. BAM!!! A car hit mine. The violent impact shot through me. My body jerked forward as the car skidded, tires screaming across the pavement. “What the….? How do you DRI.?...”

He only managed to touch the fringe of her dress before her head touched the floor. The culprit swerved, screeching tires filling the tense silence, before driving off. He didn’t even bother to check out the conditions of his victim. A classic case of hit and run. It almost seemed like a premeditated murder, not a pure accident. Either that, or it was a case of drunk driving.

The blue light intensify right at his very eyes and my gaze couldn't take off and receive such blinding blue light, traced more than my mind can hold. Then a fantastic collision just clash before our very eyes. One is that of blue, and one is a strange white that is coming from inside of me. I thought while my heart is shaken, “I don't know what you mean by calling me your luna, Alarkin. But you understimated this curse huntress. How can I the one to forget this very night?” The moment he regain the clarity, I aready disappear without trace. That after I certain for the very important thing, and I can only sigh the conflicted beat in my heart.

Reena laughed and said, “That’s the point. Everything in the story is wrong. Why does anyone lose their life for someone else?” She was still speaking when— CRASH!!! A speeding truck suddenly hit their scooter from behind. The scooter flew into the air in an instant. The sounds of the road disappeared, the wind screamed loudly in their ears, and everything moved like a slow-motion film. Reena felt her body rising upward. Her bag slipped from her hand. The helmet strap loosened. Her feet tried to grab the ground, but nothing could be held.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

["Earlier today, a devastating hit-and-run incident occurred in Westford.” My eyes were glued to the TV screen while my hands regained their vigor and I continued to listen. [“It appears that the driver responsible for this accident fled the scene, leaving no trace behind. The victim was brought to the hospital, but she was dead on arrival, and…"] ‘Hit and run.’ ‘Westford.’ My heart pounded when the unspeakable horrific deeds Vincent had done last night flashed back in my mind like thunder. It left me utterly stunned, and my hand instinctively covered my mouth to stifle any audible reaction.

Horns blared while headlights flared as cars drove by. A black sedan screamed around the corner…no brakes, and full speed. Impact. Then a loud thud echoed through the night. Body ragdolling over the hood, smashing asphalt. The car gunned it, vanishing into traffic without stopping. A hit and run. From where I stood, I saw Carlos on the ground. Blood spread fast under the streetlamps, dark and thick as people began to gather. I lunged forward…had to check, had to make sure.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.