Hit And Run Novel Novels & Stories

He could have ignored the call, he could have woken her up, then why did he destroy his comfort for her loved ones? "Does he hurt you?" Mina asked worriedly and Emma's throat went dry. She lowered her head and brushed her tongue across those exquisite lips in uncertainty. Does he hurt her? Yes, he does. "No," Emma paused, her fingers fumbling with the white sheets. "Not in that way," she replied looking down. It was the truth. He never hit her. Never disgraced her. Though she had anticipated that he would, he didn't which was rather surprising. Emma could still hear his words. "I'll ruin your life."

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.

The Scotch glass beside his limp hand is empty. "Night-night, darling," I think with a cold smile. I retreat to our bedroom, my heart racing with a different kind of adrenaline. "Let's find out why this drive is so important, shall we?" When the folders pop open, my breath hitches. The first file is labeled: GREGORY, ROBERT - INCIDENT REPORT. It notes Robert Gregory was a victim of hit-and-run, and that the driver was never identified. He lost his left leg thanks to the accident.

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 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

JACKSON POV The sickening crunch of the impact cut through the air. My breath hitched as I tried to register what just happened. Meanwhile, the car didn't stop. It just sped up and the taillights disappeared into the storm like it had never been there. Had I just witnessed a hit-and-run? For a second, I just stood there, frozen. My brain still struggling to process. Did that really—? Yes. Yes, it did. I snapped out of it and ran.

Elise spend her time in the orphanage creating a plan and she admit that she’s taking her time but his appearance brought panicked to Elise, she needed to get her grief, it’s a real thing but her trembling never subsides The target is harmless for now but she never knows where he will strike. Elise's mind quickly thinks of methods but her nervousness is getting in the way. She wanted to curse right and then she noticed Alicia, the protagonist who experienced the abuse. Elise carefully opens her memory. The author write how Zachary hates dumb children. He hated them to the bones that made Elise suffered while reading the book and almost got nightmare after the detailed torture of the children