Romans & histoires Hit And Run Novel

The hit seemed hard because the person's body flew above his car and landed somewhere behind him. Jacob stopped driving with his eyes widened. He didn't just hit someone right now, did he? He opened the door and came down then rushed behind his car to see who he hit. It was a woman, blood was already coming out from her head and he put his hands on his head, feeling shocked. How could he do this? ✬✬✬✬✬✬✬ AGNES'S PLACE★ "Baby!!" The entrance door opened and Agnes rushed in to hug Hailey who was sitting on the couch and watching the model run away.

He quickly grabbed his keys and strolled out. The bar wasn’t far away and it was too crowded for his liking. He saw his gang waiting for him outside. And his pack too. He was about to move when he got his shoulder grab. "Calm down. Let Enzo do the work first". Zee said holding his hand and he looked back at him confused. They all moved inside and there Stephen saw what he meant. Callum was hugging a girl while dancing. But what frightened Stephen was, the girl had a punctured neck. But maybe she was so intoxicated by the drugs that she didn’t notice it.

Said his name was Rome. Didn’t let him in. But you might want to call him back. —V Meekey froze. Rome? He was one of the old crew. Back when things were dirtier, faster. He’d vanished not long after she was arrested—rumors said he either skipped town or flipped. Now he was back? And looking for her? She felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck. Drew was watching. And now, so were the ghosts. Meekey exhaled slowly and poured herself a glass of water. Her hands were steady. She wasn’t the same girl who went down fourteen years ago. And whatever was coming—she’d meet it standing.

Havana City, September 2018 I was running late. I knew I had promised to return early, but one thing led to another and before I knew it, it was two in the morning. I pulled the high heels off my feet and ran as fast as I could, the still warm pavement tickling the soles of my feet. I was crossing the street when a car hit me. At first there was only a deafening noise inside my head, then all of a sudden everything went silent and I was lying on my back in an abnormal position in the middle of the street. Frowning, I tried in vain to make some sense out of what had just happened.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself holding an exquisitely wrapped sandwich. Whispers immediately drifted into my ears. "Look, Jacob Blake's here again delivering breakfast to Carol." "He seriously has no shame. She already said she doesn't like him, but he still won't give up." "Exactly! Carol and Matt are obviously the perfect couple!" I froze for two seconds before a flood of memories suddenly crashed into my mind. I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel.

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

Even my phone flew out of my hands. The pain from banging my head against the steering wheel made me wince. Still reeling from the shock, I stuck my head out of the window—only to realize that the car that bumped into mine was the Maybach I bought and had fully paid for already three months ago. Although the car was registered to my name, Harrison was the one who used it. He'd told me he had to work late today and refused to accompany me while I received my mother at the airport, who'd made the trip just to meet him.

I've spent three months making sure that never happens to me. I slip out through the back path Mara described, and for a while my feet move like they've been waiting all day for permission. The trees close in fast, cutting off the last of the torchlight behind me. My legs remember this rhythm better than anything else, the cold air, the uneven ground, I ran like this the night I met Kael. I don't let myself think about him. Thinking about him is how I get caught. Then something in my chest pulls tight, sudden and sharp, like a hand closing around a rope I didn't know I was holding.

I hit him and tried to push him off me with my good arm, but I was unable to move him. Memories assaulted me and pictures flashed through my mind, bringing up things that were best left forgotten. I was repulsed when my body reacted to his bite, I would be the laughingstock of the order if they knew. “Get the fuck off me, you parasite!” I yelled as I slipped the dagger from my sleeve and stabbed him. He pulled away a surprised then confused look on his face, “Your blood is divine, like a drug.” he looked at his wound. "Now really, that was uncalled for, you know..." his words died, his eyes widening.

of his right paw graze my shoulder and take note that he is favouring his left side. A weakness he was trying to hide from me. Swiping my claws against his face, I back away and allow him to regain his bearings as blood drips down the right side of muzzle. As he shakes his head, most likely to regain his focus from the pain, I study his left side trying to find his weak spot. Gregory charges at me, his right eye closed, and I quickly side step to the left, using my momentum to sink my teeth into his right shoulder. He howls with pain, the crunch of bone letting me know I have broken his shoulder cap. He whips his body to the side, forcing me to let go and duck just in time to doge a swipe a