Novel & Cerita Long Live The Car Crash Hearts

Scarlet: Day 4 Today should’ve been the day of nerves and excitement and maybe even losing my v card. But instead it’s a day I feel more depressed since the night my heart was stolen by death itself. Tomorrow would’ve been my marking ceremony. A day that is like a wedding for normal humans. And here I am having cold feet days before the ceremony. I wanted to hate Ash for causing this pain in me, but it was impossible. So I decided to make my way outside of my room for once. Just to stuff my face and hope it fills the hole that has taken the place of my heart.

The truck sped forward forward at top speed, hitting her car with an extremely noisy crash. The truck didn’t stop. It thundered on, disappearing into the traffic, leaving a wake of stunned onlookers and a broken, completely crashed car. From one look, it was clear that whoever had been inside had met a tragic fate. The force of the collision was too much, there was no way anyone could survive something like that. It was a scene that spoke volumes without needing words; the wreckage alone told the entire story of a life abruptly cut short. The crowd stared, frozen, some, coming out of their shock were already reaching for their phones to dial for help, but deep down, they knew it was already

The shot wasn’t lethal, I knew that, but I knew that Aurora would be more than just a little angry and worried about it, I don’t even want to think about what mom would do about it at this point. I got out of the car and looked at the men who were crushed inside the broken car. The one in the passenger seat was alive and breathing, his chest rising and falling as he tried catching his breath. His heart raced, and judging by the gash on his stomach, I could tell that he didn’t have much time.

I know I have a heart like a wild thing with snapping jaws, and matted furs but I had hang up my hands on hooks for you, pluck out all of my sharp teeth for the chance to be easy. -Trista Mateer. |L O R E N Z O| She is alive. She is breathing the same air and her heart is still beating inside her chest, even if cracked. The whole time while I was mourning her loss, walking at the pointed nails of her memories that resulted in my bleeding heart, she was very much alive.

She couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to Ada and Gilbert. As Kisa navigated a lonely stretch of road, a horrifying sight came into view: a car, twisted and overturned from a violent crash. Shattered glass littered the ground while thick, white smoke billowed ominously from the wreckage. Blood and rainwater pooled on the pavement in a chilling, gruesome display. Heart pounding, Kisa recognized the blood-soaked figure huddled next to the car, clutching his head in agony—it was Gilbert. With adrenaline fueling her every step, she sprinted to his side and embraced him.

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.

My heart breaks for him. He must have hurt a lot. From the corner Jazz had taken, something crashes and a short scream tears through the air.

When he crossed the finish line, when the checkered flag waved and his engineer screamed in his ear, Arthie felt nothing. Then he saw Theo on the pit wall. Saw his brother's face, the relief and pride and love that needed no translation. Then he thought of Cyrus, watching from Manila, and felt something crack open in his chest. Not cardiac. Emotional. The beginning of expansion. He parked in parc fermé. He removed his helmet. And he vomited, quietly and thoroughly, into the drainage grate beside the car. No one saw. Or if they did, they understood. Victory was its own form of damage.

Pain bloomed white-hot, but I barely registered it. The car lurched, slowing, jerking, before shuddering to a stop. My body sagged against his, boneless, gasping. We were alive. Barely. The silence afterward was worse than the fall. A silence filled with the sound of my ragged breaths, his thunderous heartbeat, and the groan of tortured steel holding us by a thread. “We’re not safe,” he rasped, chest heaving against mine. Sweat glistened on his temple, his hair plastered to his forehead. “This thing could give any second.”

I muttered into the wind. I turned away. I couldn’t watch anymore. The air down there felt… wrong. Too hot. Too alive. Like the forest itself was breathing around them. I leapt from the ridge and landed on the broken highway below. My boots hit the ground with a dull crack. *********** The armored truck Kris Heather had been driving looked like someone had crushed it in their fist. I walked toward the wreckage slowly, kicking shards of glass aside. Kris wasn’t dead. Hunters like him rarely were.