Novel & Cerita Long Live The Car Crash Hearts

“ A plane crash “ Martins leaned forward and increased the volume of the television. The anchor gave the details of the news and Martins eyes widened , it was the flight that Carina boarded. “ The crash resulted in the loss of several lives, including that of Freddie Mac, Anthony Lion, Carina Westwood and some few others yet to be identified “ the anchor continued, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "Details of the accident are still emerging, but it is believed that some passengers, Maddie Thompson and Oliver Jackson, survived."

I'd rather just die! Because their lives are still more important than mine. They can have a good future. They can have a beautiful and peaceful life. Life that I didn't have. Life that I always wanted to have but...never happened. I know when they hear the loud beep of my car and a thud when my car finally crash with the truck, they can run! I accelerated the drive and there the side of my car collided with the truck. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. And I can feel the loud beating of my heart.

Carla whispered, gripping her good arm, but Lina’s cries stabbed deeper, a sound that reverberated beyond the hospital, into Palermo’s streets, homes, and churches, stirring a city already on edge. Sheila stood outside the glass, camera crew tight, filming fast—Lina’s small body twisting, nurses hovering, a scene of raw loss. She kept her mic low, voice steady for the livestream, reporting clean: “Lina, four, sole survivor of the crash, waking now in Palermo General.” She didn’t fan the flames, didn’t tag her “Cali’s victim”—that came from others—but her footage raced out, a spark hitting Palermo’s dry tinder.

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the call. I could imagine the panicked expressions on their faces. "No, wait, I can explain, Vanessa!" Xavier's urgent voice appeared at once. He had always been the calm and collected one, but now, he sounded absolutely panicked and flustered. I hung up immediately and blocked his number after that. The sky had just turned light outside my window, but it couldn't dispel the chill in my heart. Today was supposed to be the best day of my life.

But it was too late—he realized too late that their vehicles were about to collide. The impact of the crash sent both cars rolling violently, flipping over before coming to a halt. Hunter’s car was moments away from exploding, but he managed to crawl out just in time. Each movement was agonizing—his injuries made every step feel like a battle. His leg was pinned, and bleeding badly, but he fought through it, dragging himself free. Collapsing onto the grass, Hunter gasped for air as the wreckage erupted into flames behind him.

I glanced at Keisha. Her face shifted. She felt it too now. This wasn’t street drama. This was something older. Heavier. “Where is she?” I asked. A soft laugh came through the line. “You still trying to protect things you already lost control of.” Then— A sharp sound. Not a shot yet. Pressure before impact. My instincts snapped instantly. “DOWN!” I grabbed Keisha and pulled her hard— Glass exploded through the hallway window. Then another shot ripped through the apartment wall.

“Biggest one yet. Their CEO happens to be in town. I’ll go meet his assistant and sign everything today. You don’t even have to show up.” I smiled for the first time in weeks. “Be careful,” I told her. “And don’t mention me.” She promised. That afternoon, she walked into the hotel where the meeting was set. But when the man across the table looked up, he froze. His name was Ryan — Luca’s personal assistant. The moment Ryan saw Clara, he froze. He knew that face — if his memory served him right, she was Valeria’s closest friend. According to the investigation, the private jet that “crashed” three months ago hadn’t gone down because of bad weather or engine failure.

"Stop being so ridiculous! You're just imagining things!" The anger in me was so intense that my chest tightened painfully. I took a deep breath, managing to say with difficulty, "Stop the car. Let me out." Without a word, he abruptly hit the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road. I had barely stepped out of the car when he hit the gas and sped off without looking back. I stood motionless. The pain in my chest lingered long after he had driven away. Right then, faint notes of piano music drifted from the store beside me. I looked up and froze. It was a piano shop—the very one where Evan and I first met five years ago.

"Does Adrian know you're here?" Instead of answering directly, Sophia gazed deeply into my eyes, speaking earnestly. "Lucas, I made a terrible mistake. Please forgive me. "That day was an impulsive accident. It clouded my judgment. But you're the only one I've ever truly loved. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Maria had yelled, “We never talk about this. You’re flying through life, and I...” It all happened in a heartbeat. The screech of tires barely registered before a loud crash filled the air—a huge truck barreling through a red light. Richard’s instincts kicked in. He yanked the wheel, but it was too late. The impact was crushing, enveloping them in chaos as glass shattered and metal twisted.