Nerve Wreck Novels & Stories

"Sir, there’s something you should probably know." Jeremiah frowned. "Then spit it out." Andrew’s fingers tightened around the wheel. "It’s about Nora," he said carefully. Jeremiah’s entire body went still. "What about her?" Andrew’s voice was grave. "She was in an accident." There was a long pause. Jeremiah exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Is she alive?" Andrew hesitated. "Not sure, sir. I only know because the crash was caught on camera." Jeremiah scoffed, shaking his head. "Of course it was." He leaned back against the leather seat, rubbing his forehead as if this whole situation was just another inconvenience.

I heard how shaky and unsure I sounded. The man didn’t reply. He didn’t acknowledge what I had just said. All he did was grumble. The sound vibrated as he got closer to me. I waited to try to steel my nerves unsuccessfully. The closer he got, the clearer I could hear the sound of my fractured nerve screaming run. The man grumbled again as his head slumped at an awkward angle to the left. I could smell something foul on him. Sand. Not sand exactly; dirt. There was something else. Blood. Blood and- death.

When I wake up I found myself in the couch wrapped around in blankets at least 3 of them I chuckled mom but then I ended up coughing instead of laughing and the cough made my head hurt alot on top of that my nose was very runny on one side and dry on the other urgh I hate when this happens. When I checked my phone I found like a dozen messages from an unknown number so I opened them. "Where the fuck are you?" "Got dammed Emma it's fucking pouring come back"

Hello again, guys! Like I said in my author's note, this book is a prequel to Wrenched. Underneath this note, I'll attach a little synopsis to it, so we could have an idea of what the book would be about. I would appreciate your reviews and comments like you always do. Please enjoy! WRENCHED: THE OUTSET OF THE STORY. SYNOPSIS Two friends walk the spheres of life together and are bound by common interests and ambition to be successful at a young age. They are like brothers and would do anything for one another.

“Well, this has been great but we need to leave.” She slipped from my grasp and eyed Dante’s leg. “What happened to your leg?” Dante didn’t bat an eye. “Four-wheeler wreck. I crushed it.” The corner of Neveah’s brow lifted. “Funny how you both have such severe injuries.” Dante kept his cool but my heart skipped a beat or twelve. That’s all we need is for her to get curious and start snooping. “Why don’t you mind your own business? Didn’t I tell you I’d be back?”

The name of the foundation was . Ruined or patched.

My hand instinctively went to my right wrist, where the thin, silver-lightning lines were barely visible under my sleeve. "I noticed them in the office earlier," Nathan said, his green eyes were gentle, and held no judgment; just a quiet, cautious curiosity. "They look like electrical burns.." I swallowed the lump in my throat and held my wrist tightly. "It was an accident," I said quietly. "A few months ago, before we moved here." "Must have been terrifying," he whispered. "A current like that... it doesn't just burn the skin, it scrambles the nerves. It takes a long time for the body to forget a shock like that."

Her vision swam. It came again, searing her mind. The breach yawned wider, vomiting chaos. She saw the mycelial network—the forest’s hidden veins—snapping, one thread after another. She saw fungi wither, not in the slow grace of decay but in violent collapse, their caps shriveling to dust. She saw sap leak black from the elders, dripping thick as tar into the ground. The trees groaned, their voices raw with agony, each sound lancing through her skull.