Kira Crash Novels & Stories

“Really, Vivian?” I nodded, “But first, you have to take Sharon away.” “Right away.” Just as he had come, Sharon was dragged into the back seat like a rag. I thought John was joking. But to my surprise, he actually found 99 cars to crash into himself. When his assistant pulled him out from under the race car, he was unrecognizable. His entire body was disfigured, his face ruined, and he was completely disabled. John still tried to contact me but was locked away by his family.

“Dad, you can’t just say that over and over again without giving me a valid reason!” Mr. Watson gave a deep sigh as if preparing himself to let it all out. “I know, you will hate me for this but I guess I have to tell you now. Seven years ago, Keira’s dad accidentally dug up a big scandal that involved a big corruption that was so deep-rooted it became dangerous. He gathered all the pieces of evidence he could find, and when he was about to go to meet with the prime minister secretly that is when the plane crash happened.” “What does it has to do with my relationship with Keira?

She turned in the direction of the sobbing voice and saw Kira, crouched in a corner in the pool of her blood with injuries on her body. "Oh my God! Kira!" She rushed up to her and knelt right in front of her. "What happened to you?" Kira kept her head buried on her knees while she hesitated. Hazel was still shocked as she kept on staring at Kira, wondering what had happened. "It... it...was the potion. You were right" Kira managed to respond in tears in hesitation. "Oh my God! I am so sorry! This is all my fault! I should have__"

She’s overwhelmed with too much right now, and I don’t want to push her. Veronica King seems like a girl with more than just one story, and I plan to know every single one. No matter how long it takes me. "Um…" I clear my throat as I stretch my hand to the wheel, gripping it tight. Sweats cover my forehead in nervousness as I let out my offer. "Do you– um. Maybe you can crash at my place?" Her head snaps to me, and I stutter through my next words. "I’m not. No, not in that way. I… I just mean you can stay overnight, and we’ll find another solution when morning comes. You need rest, and I swear I’m not…"

“Not Liora. Not Subject 3. Not theirs.” His voice broke with the force of the truth inside it. “You are yours. And you are mine to protect.” For half a heartbeat—half a breath—her panic paused. Then the ceiling above them cracked with the weight of the collapsing shaft. Mira shouted, “MOVE! Now!” A slab of rock ripped free overhead. Kiera didn’t see it. She was staring at Ronan, wide‑eyed, tears streaking silently down her dust‑covered cheeks. He saw the rock too late. He shoved her away— The slab dropped— And the world went black.

Dima let out but I paid no heed to him and quickly rushed out of the room with slight tears in my eyes. I reclined on the door as I stepped out and caught my breath. I whiffed a heavy sigh and headed towards where the sound was coming from. I got to the lounge and saw Kira spill a drink into Greta’s face. “You are just stupid and worthless. Just a simple task and you had to mess it up!” Kira yelped. “I’m sorry Ma’am, it was a mistake. I…” “Shut the hell up!!” Kira lashed Greta with a resounding slap which made her duck. Chiara, Greta’s daughter, was standing right beside her in tears. She watched her mother being molested by Kira.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

"You're the one who destroyed the weapon." I nodded. "Yes." "You're the one who saved us." "I don't know if I saved you." She smiled. "You did." She extended her hand. "My name is Kira. I lead the northern survivors." I took her hand. "I'm Scarlett." "I know who you are." I stared at her. "You know who I am?" "Everyone knows who you are. The woman who died and came back. The woman who broke the cycle. The woman who saved the world."

Kira's fingers trembled around it. "Let them chant," she whispered, her voice shaking now. "Let them scream her name." Her lips curled. "They'll forget." She raised the relic. The moment it caught the light— something snapped. It tore through the room like a shockwave. Kira screamed. A raw, broken sound as blood burst from her mouth, spilling down her chin, staining her dress. Her knees buckled. For a second—I thought she would collapse, end it right there. But she didn't.