Perfect Accident Novels & Stories

He had done nothing that could cause the accident except to open up a bottle of wine. "Yes you," she said countering him. If she did not get distracted by him she would have been so focused on the meat that there would have been no errors. "I think you must be making a mistake. I made no move whatsoever to come close to the grill. I even stood at arm's length. I do not even know how to operate one. So how can I be at fault?" he asked flustered by her accusations. "What is burning?"

But truth be told, I was getting eager to see Abby, and that eagerness was not letting me sit still and wait. Just as I had hoped, not an hour later, my coworkers started arriving, and Abby was the first to come through the door. As soon as I heard the bell ring, I hurried to the front and pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry, Abby.” I choked. Melodious laughter rang in my ear as she pulled away. “For what? You didn’t crash my car. Heavens, Chloe, not everything in this world is your fault. Accidents happen.”

“ That is the truth, you're not doing anything wrong, so I did not know that she would show up here with a baby with her, you should have been careful but then, you weren’t at all and so a lot happened, however this is none of your fault if there's anyone to blame that will be me, for trying to take what does not belong to me and forgetting the fact that you must have belonged to someone else before I came into the picture. I thought that at some point we'll live happily ever after, but I guess I was deluded to have such thinking in my mind” “ You are not deluded, you have a right to think about anything that you want, don't ever think that you're deluded for a moment because you are not, an

"Don't touch anything. Don't call anyone. This will all be over soon." I headed upstairs, my heart pounding with adrenaline. Annalise was still on the floor where I'd left her, cradling her ankle and sobbing dramatically. Derek stood over her like a guardian, his expression somewhere between concerned and amused. "She tried to grab her phone," he reported. "I may have accidentally kicked it down the stairs." "Accidentally," I repeated. "Very accidentally. It just sort of flew out of my hand when she lunged at me." I smiled despite everything. This man. This ridiculous, wonderful man who'd appeared in my life less than forty-eight hours ago and had already become essential.

“That’s terrible. God, I hope he’s going to be okay. I’ll never forgive myself if . . . you know, if he doesn’t . . . ” While it wasn’t Sanchez’s job to coddle or comfort, he wasn’t a heartless man. He didn’t enjoy seeing anyone suffer, which was not without its irony considering his line of work ensured he saw much in the way of human suffering. “What happened was a tragic accident, but it was an accident. All the witnesses say he bolted right out into the parking lot without even checking for traffic.” “He seemed to come out of nowhere,” Neil said. “I’d stopped at the edge of the crosswalk area, but all I saw were those Girl Scouts selling their cookies. I started forward and then suddenly

I sat there for a long moment, the folder on the bed between us, Robbie's betrayal still fresh, Patricia's firing still fresh, every wall I'd spent months building suddenly feeling exhausting to maintain. "There was an accident," I said finally. "Years ago." Rosa went still. "What kind of accident?" "A car accident. Johansson was involved." I pressed both hands against my face, the words coming slower than I wanted, each one costing something. "She was driving. I was the passenger. She was drunk." "Daniel—"

She simply reached across the marble island, her index finger pointing directly at the tiny, vibrant smudge of green clinging to Vivian's thumb. Vivian looked down. The moment her eyes landed on the paint, her breath caught completely. The immaculate, unflappable composure she had spent her entire life perfecting shattered in a microsecond. A deep, furious crimson flush rushed up her neck, blooming violently across her cheeks as she realized she had been caught red-handed. She abruptly set the mug down, pulling her hand back defensively and hiding her thumb inside her palm. "It is an industrial contaminant," Vivian stammered, her voice cracking slightly, completely losing its smooth executiv

Escaping from being sold to a druglord by my own gumbling, drunkard father, felt like it was the end of my life, the betrayal was deep, but the last thing i imagined when i escaped to hide in Spain was Mitchell Matamoros. The most eligible, handsome, and richest man in town. The most handsome being I've ever laid eyes on. He's my boss, he's brutal, and he's a cold bastard who doesn't do love. The last thing i should have done was to fall in love with him because it almost ruined my life. Now, now i have to run & hide, but nobody runs from Mitchell Matamoros just like that.

"It's still early, you want to sleep again?" Justin didn't answer Alice's question, he walked in. "What’s with him?" Alice asked Liam. "If you ask me, who am I asking?" Liam snorted in annoyance. "Maybe we shouldn't know each other, Rin. That day's accident shouldn't have happened. We shouldn't have made a ridiculous contract. That way we won't be trapped like this," Justin grabbed the curtain and pushed it aside. Justin's eyes stared at the many buildings in Incheon. His eyes focused on one point, at which point Justin saw Karina pushing Norman's wheelchair, but Norman wasn't in his chair. And what surprised Justin even more, was there was a demon figure following Karina behind her, the dem

Maverick questioned casually even though he knows her work is going pretty smooth. " Everything is going fine. " the woman answered. After a couple of minutes, Maverick bid them goodbye with a promissory note that he'll be right back soon with lots of presents. ' Huh! I hope you were here bro. They both have grown into incredible toddlers ' Maverick thought of his elder brother while sipping his coffee and looking out through the glass wall. Shock masked his appearance when a certain someone got captured in his sight. Everything happened to go at a slow pace. Her smiling face and the way her open hair waved along the wind captured his sight. Putting down his cup he jumped from his chair and