Near Miss Stuart Woods Novels & Stories

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she heard Leighton mocking Stuart, "You'd be sober too if someone splashed boiling water at you." Stuart thought what Leighton said made sense, so he said, "I'll drive you back." "Thanks, Mr. Winfield, but I'll stay a little longer. You should leave without me." So, Stuart turned around and left. He drank a lot, and he felt very dizzy. His casts were admitted to the hospital one after another before the shooting even started. He wondered if he picked an unlucky date to begin shooting, so he planned to talk to a fortune teller and pick a better date.

For a moment, he just stares at me, breathing heavily, like he’s holding back words he isn’t ready to say. Then he exhales sharply and pulls his phone from his pocket. “Fine,” he says through gritted teeth. “If you won’t take my word for it, maybe you’ll believe this.” Confused, I watch as he taps the screen a few times before shoving it toward me. An article fills the display, the headline screaming at me in bold black letters “CHAD Woods UNDER INVESTIGATION FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER.” My breath catches. My vision blurs as I read the subtext, my knees nearly buckling beneath me. It details a night I know all too well.

Stuart said raising his head up,Ned smile. "I heard you ignored mom and dad calls."Ned said and glance at his friends. "I was busy" "No one told me that,Stuart,why where you ignoring their calls?"Ned asked coldly. "I said I was busy." "Oh!" "What's the big deal about this?"Stuart shrug Ned hands off. "I swear I was busy." "No big deal that your mother almost went crazy with worry?"Ned yell. "That you neglected the doctors warning or that you almost killed your friends?" Stuart gulp and wondered how his brother knew about the accident.

She told everyone that Kira had to make up imaginary friends while she was in the woods just so she could cope with the loneliness. She had managed to convince every one with this story, except of course for Kira. She has been almost twelve years old when her mum had left her in-front of the church that night. The memory was so clear that it hurt, but mother had promised her that it was for the best, and even now in as much as it was different being here, she was sure now that her mother had been right all those years ago. And for that she missed her even more .

After saying that, Wendy burst into louder cries. "It's all my fault. The Miss told me not to come near the studio, and I didn't check on her for three hours! How could I be so stupid?" "Does crying help?" Charles furrowed his brow, a rare display of displeasure crossing his features. "Don't worry, I'll assign more people to search everywhere right now." Stuart stated with a grave voice. She disappeared while he was at home in Chicago. It was a black mark on his professional record. Three hours... So much could have happened. Car accidents, abductions, organ harvesting... Stuart felt like he was suffocating!

Before Sharon could respond, the line went cold—Rick had already hung up. … Half an hour later, just as the board meeting was about to begin, Enzo entered, his face grim. "Miss McKinzie, something's happened. One of the managers, Stuart Owen, was involved in a chain-reaction car accident on the way back." Sharon's expression darkened. She rose from her seat immediately. "Thomas? Is he all right?" For some important contracts, Sharon sometimes sent Thomas along with Stuart to handle them. This time, they had gone together.

With trembling fingers, he touched the back of his head, sensing the sticky warmth of his own blood before succumbing to the consuming darkness. Lucas swiftly gathered Mr. Woods' unconscious body and carried him outside, where a sleek black Opel Vivaro van sat idling, awaiting their departure. Placing Mr. Woods within, Lucas climbed into the vehicle, and the driver, aware of the urgency, sped away into the night, leaving behind no trace of their presence.

Mico Styles could not help but widen his eyes and part his lips in shock as he stared at Jate Woods. Jate Woods was furious with Mico Styles, who had tried to intimidate his wife. So without hesitation, he snapped his wrist. Crack! "Ahhhh!" A blood curdling screamed heard on Mico Styles. Slap! As he screamed in pain, Jate Woods sent him flying backwards with a smack, and Mico Styles abruptly fell silent. Jimmy Miller looked at Jate Woods in horror. Even Mico Styles was not worthy enough to be his opponent! Jimmy Miller regretted not reminding him earlier to bring a few more skillful masters along.

Almost everyone stood up, and their eyes were full of admiration when they looked at Don. Tyson Woods! Don invited such a high-profile person in the society here! He was not bragging! Tyson Woods was a well-known figure in the streets of Niumhi. It was said that he was famous for using two watermelon knives to kill people. Such a character could not be invited easily by ordinary people! Although the Zimmer family was a second-class family, there were still a few security personnel in the house. However, it was nothing if being compared to a man like Tyson Woods.

No charges have been laid on the three men. Emmett read the Gazette’s late edition article to Simone over dinner. “Stuart needs to watch himself” Simone states, putting a mouthful of salad on her fork. “I know he is trying to help but he isn’t any good to us dead.” “We were trying to get them to make a move” Emmett states, placing a piece of chicken in his mouth as his phone goes off. “Les” he answers. “Stuart is at the hospital. Someone tried to run him off the road” Lester replies down the phone. “He has a broken arm and is a bit shaken; otherwise, he is ok.”