Perfect Accident Novels & Stories

Andro tells me and I shake my head. Nah, I can't believe that it really was an accident. I didn't think about it then but I've been thinking since this morning after I woke up. We got hit by a truck that day and yesterday I also got hit by a car. I can't be that unlucky to get hit twice by a car so close to home, where there is usually no car around where we stay. The Perez mansion was built away from civilization and no one really comes around that side for anything, so the car that hit us yesterday actually wanted to hit us. Or am I just over thinking things?

Carter explained, "Just like Theo said. I was waiting for him to go to the restroom when a car lost control and hit me. Luckily, I dodged in time, so the impact wasn't severe. The driver didn't flee. He got out, apologized, said he was a beginner, didn't hit me on purpose, and offered to cover all damages and medical expenses." Sharon lowered her head in silence. Carter had been to Marcentine many times without incident. And now, on a day he planned to go out with her, this sudden accident happened. Could such coincidences really exist? Seeming to notice her gloom, Carter added, "The driver didn't try to follow up. He wasn't out to get me. And he struck when Theo wasn't nearby, so it was pro

I asked, hoping she would snap out of her self-rant and come back. “...And then you look at yourself before everything happened, and you imagine how perfect your life was and how you saw none of this happening. Like hello? God, where were the signs? We would have been better equipped for everything. Not just drop all these weird bombshells on us and we have to pretend that it is okay. IT IS NOT OKAY!...” she went on and on. I walked up to her and held her in place, and looked at her right in the eyes.

His gloved fingers brushed against the skin of my neck and the cold leather made me shiver, but he just kept speaking in that calm, steady tone that made my blood turn to ice. "Accidents are such messy things, aren't they? People get hurt and legacies get tarnished, but the beauty of an accident is that the narrative is whatever the survivor says it is, and right now, Kai is a survivor who needs a story. You were supposed to write that story, Anya, not a tragedy of your own where you end up as a footnote in a police report."

Lea gave a small nod, her gaze still focused on their joined hands. For years, she had heard everyone refer to it as an accident. A chance thing, a driver error that had gone horribly wrong. Her memory might have been patchy for months after the crash, but one thing she had always known was that it hadn’t been a simple driver error. “It wasn’t an accident.” She brought her gaze back to his, her voice tighter, her throat tighter. “It was a deliberate car crash.”

His reflection stared back from the windshield, expressionless. He hated the taste in his mouth. --- The Crash It happened on a rain-slick road outside Mexico City. A turn too sharp. A tree too close. The media labeled it an accident caused by hydroplaning. Investigators shrugged. No foul play. Just another tragedy. Lucian was already back at the estate, watching the news when Kael stepped in and confirmed it. “It’s done.” Lucian said nothing. He looked at the fire. But something twisted in him. Not guilt. Not quite.

Didn't recall the first time she crossed the threshold. The memories would come back, Ethan explained to her. It was only a matter of time. She had been involved in a terrible accident, and her mind was ill recovering. The more she tried to find her past, the more she realized how much was lost; the bits that were remaining didn't match. Lena slid out of the bed, her toes curling against the cold hardwood floor. The room had immaculate-white walls and neatly stacked bookshelves, and curtains were pulled open just to greet the morning light. It was a showroom model of what an ideal life would look like.

"When the police scrape the wreck off the asphalt, it will look exactly like a tragic, spontaneous manufacturing defect. A tragic accident." A tragic accident. The corners of my mouth twitched upward in a cold, bloodless smile. The monster inside my chest, the one that had been thrashing violently against my ribs ever since I watched Mark shove Clara against a wall on my security feeds, finally settled down with a dark, satisfied purr.

It hurt, but in that weird way where you knew it was helping even though it didn’t feel good. “If you had just looked behind you before getting up,” Knox said, his voice taking on that lecturing tone, “this wouldn’t have happened.” I rolled my eyes. “It was an accident.” “Accidents happen because people don’t think,” he continued, working the ointment in careful circles. “If you had stood up carefully instead of jumping up like the room was on fire—” “I was excited to finally be done studying!” “—and if you hadn’t left those books in a pile on the floor in the first place—”

However, I did not hand it to her. Gritting my teeth, I pretended to lose my grip and spilled the boiling water all over her legs. I figured she would not be able to hold back and jump up in rage. I closed my eyes and silently counted, 'One, two, three...' Time passed, yet I did not feel the familiar fists crashing down on me. I opened my eyes and saw that Claire had not moved. Instead, she was still sitting perfectly upright in her wheelchair. Not only was she not angry at me, but she looked at me apologetically. "I'm so sorry, honey... I didn't catch it properly and spilled the water. Honey, did you burn your hand? That water looked really hot."