Pee Accident Story Novels & Stories

I whispered, "I am allergic to peaches." The driver looked bewildered, but seeing my closed eyes, he let the subject drop with a sympathetic sigh. "Well, here we are at the airport. Don't grieve, Miss. There are plenty of fish in the sea." I gave a small smile and got out of the cab. ... A few hours later, dawn broke over the city. Todd stood alone in the quiet apartment, staring at the half-eaten peach crepe cake on the table. He couldn't comprehend how our four-year relationship had just ended.

I’d gotten halfway through my meal when Ike McPeak stood from a booth where he’d also been sitting alone and wandered over to me. Ike is an odd duck. The kind found in any small town, I suppose. He lives alone in a neatly-kept trailer in The Commons. His is a genuinely sad story. He’d fought in Vietnam and saw some bad action. Story goes he survived by playing ‘dead’ under the corpses of his platoon while Charlie moved through the rubble of their position. If you believe the stories, he’d hidden under the mangled body of his best buddy while a Cong slipped a watch off his wrist.

It was nice not being looked at with fear and suspicion. “Thank you, Ester. Here’s the money for the coffees and a little extra for the information. You’re still a doll.” He smiled at her before he downed the hot brew quickly. “Will keep your name out of everything, I promise. Take care of yourself and Joey. Joey was her mate and owner of the coffee shop, but he’d been injured in an accidental shooting years ago. So, she took over working here when the use of his legs never came back. They were the perfect representation of a fated mate pairing, lasting beyond the good times. Surviving, changing, and thriving. Yes, they never believed the accident was anything other than attempted murder.

“I actually agree with you about that. But I also know that he has proven himself to be an idiot time and time again. And you should never underestimate a leopard’s ability to reveal his spots.” I sighed. We watched as Theo “crashed” one of his trucks into one of Aaron’s legs. Aaron feigned injury, causing Theo to laugh. “Do you think that Paige will forgive him?” Aaron asked me. “I don’t know,” I replied honestly. “Could you forgive me if I did something like that?” “Do you mean, could I forgive you if I discovered that you knocked up my best friend after a one-night stand in which you didn’t even bother to leave your name or phone number, leading my best friend to lose both her mate a

I mutter, staring at the ceiling, my voice hoarse. She doesn't answer immediately. She just traces a lazy circle on my shirt with her finger, ignoring my rejection. “Charl—” "How about I tell you some news that might interest you?" I don't answer. She continues. “Peyton was taken by the cops, and on their way, their van got hit by a drunken dude, and now the doctor is claiming she has… I don't know what Brad said, but it was kind of a funny story." I push her away, sitting up so fast my head spins. I grab her jaw, my thumb digging into her chin, wrenching her face toward mine.

"My acid reflux has been acting up a bit, so I made Mexican street corn. But there's hot sauce if anyone wants to make it spicier." "Acid reflux?" I asked. "It's one of the symptoms," Heidi said coyly. "So you are then! Congratulations!" I exclaimed, giving her a hug. And then moved to hug Kelli. "And congrats to you too." "We're not telling anyone yet because I'm not two months yet. But yeah—we're both so excited." She smiled and her whole face glowed as she squeezed Kelli's hand. Paige then pulled Heidi and Kelli both in for hugs. "Congratulations, and sorry again for how drunk I was at Gigi's mate meeting thing."

Loading in with this many mercs didn’t make me confident either. Once we were seated and buckled in, the plane started to taxi forward. My breath caught. Paige took one look at me and launched into a story about Lauren’s last ill-fated date, an accountant with a fetish for crunchy eating sounds who insisted on ordering for her. I clutched her hands like a lifeline. This plane wasn’t nearly as nice as our usual one, so I didn’t let the uncomfortable seat be my focus instead of the takeoff. I could only stare at the back of the seat in front of me and try to focus on her words.

She pushed the finished plate of crackers and cheese away. “Another screw up?” Peabody eyed the remaining plates. The jasmine rice. The bow tie pasta drenched in a lemony butter sauce. He reached for the pasta. “The twentieth anniversary screw up.” She speared a bow tie with her fork. “Why on earth I thought it’d be a good idea to give that man a gun, what with his history of disasters, is beyond me.” “You’re not saying he missed shooting himself in the head, are you?”

Alexia's POV It's been two weeks. Two weeks since the Lebanese and Australian Mafia attacked us. Two weeks since we merged our mafias and everything have been going on perfectly. I groaned as i looked the clock, showing it was 8:02 am. I placed my hand over my mouth as i felt nauseous. Without wasting time, i got off the bed and ran to the bathroom, kneeled down by the toilet and threw all the contents of my stomach out. I looked at it in disgust before flushing it.

*Third POV* “Ah one roasted veggie pizza large and 8 grilled teriyaki extra cheese pizza large and a three coke bottle.” the guy said as the girl started to note it down at the screen in front of her. “Okay Sir, would you like anything else?” the girl asked, looking at the guy in front of her. “Finally the son of the famous actress has been found and is taken to the hospital and is being treated. He was found by the side of the road by the woods by the person who was driving by. Lucky he is still alive but is badly wounded”