Perfect Accident Novels & Stories

“But… I hit you.” “And if you hadn’t,” Maxton said calmly, “I still would’ve crashed. What you did wouldn’t have made me lose control of my ride.” His eyes flicked to me then. “Jeremy trained me better than that. Chris caused the accident.” My head pounded. “So…Zayne didn’t…” “It was a coincidence,” Maxton said. “Zayne just had to be unlucky. Maybe Karma for intending to cheat?” We were all speechless afterwards, but seeing Maxton alive? It was worth it.

"Not to find you exactly, though I think that started it. He's been digging into the accident. The real accident, Hazel. Michael let it slip at a dinner party that Penelope paid a driver to clip Julian's car five years ago, to scare him into staying in the country. Nobody was supposed to actually get hurt." I sat very still, the phone growing warm against my palm, and felt something in my chest that I couldn't immediately name, not relief, not vindication, something colder and stranger, closer to grief for the version of myself who had spent five years believing she'd sacrificed everything to fate, when in truth she had sacrificed it to a woman's jealousy and a man's blindness to see it. I t

After reading my letter Shane hurriedly left their house to come see me that night. She’s so happy and excited knowing that I still love her so much. While in the car they passed by on the road where the accident happened earlier the cars involved are not there anymore. She thinks that maybe the authority towed it already for some investigations. She accidentally whispered, “I hope the persons involved in the accident were okay.” After an hour Shane already reached my house. She pressed the doorbell and our security guard saw her.

With each passing moment, I hoped for a sense of normalcy to return, but the events of the night had left an indelible mark, reminding me of the fragility of safety and the need for constant vigilance in a world where danger could lurk in unexpected places. **Amelia POV**

Yes darling" his voice came from above my head. I was so scared to turn and see who was answering me but I was sure it was his voice. The amount of fear in me at that moment could make an average human pass out. "Get up love. It's me." He said touching my back. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I screamed like I just saw a ghost. Drops of blood drooled on my back and I almost felt like dying. I slowly turned my head to see who it was and I was surprised to see that it was really him. "What have you done?" I asked him almost crying as my voice shook. "I overheard her speaking to someone across the fence when she was supposed to be in here doing my laundry. She was about to commit treason. I just helped her n

She eyed them carefully, and each time she got the right shell, I burst into laughter as her eyes went round and her mouth half-open. “I’m giving you all these, but you have to promise me one thing, Bree,” I said, tucking a few strands of her hair at the back of her ears. “You are not going to the beach alone. An accident may happen, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you,” “What’s an accident?” She asked, still looking at the shells in her palms. “Some trouble, Bree. You might drown,” I tried to explain, wishing to tell her that drowning is most common in her age.

“Think about it. You’ve always had a thing for Evan Blackman. You told me about it more times than I can count—how you’d go breathless just seeing him in a magazine, how you felt like melting whenever he looked your way. So… why did you walk out on him?” I didn’t answer immediately. I couldn’t. My eyes dropped to my fingers, fidgeting with the hem of Maria’s throw pillow. A thick silence hung between us until I finally let out a long, shaky sigh and looked up to meet her gaze. Maria didn’t waver. She leaned forward slightly, her voice softer now. “Katie, if there’s anything I know for sure, it’s that sometimes the universe throws us a bone in the middle of chaos. You lost your family, your m

“He watched carefully. The footage showed a man, who is one of the drivers from the supposed hit car, stepped out from his car and walked straight into the James family’s car. Few minutes later he stepped out from the car and entered his own car, then the James family car drove off. As soon as they left the accident took place. She leaned forward slightly, as if savoring the moment. “He saw you, Olive. Saw your small body fly through the air. Saw the blood. But the footage ended just there—right at the part that mattered most. The burial. He never saw the body. He never confirmed who they buried.” She scoffed. “That’s where he failed. That’s where we won.” Mary chuckled, her tone laced with

I relented, and he carried me back into the hotel. “You’re hurt,” the stranger said as he placed me on his bed. “Let me get something to heal that.” He went to his suitcase and he pulled out a purple bottle. “This should take care of those scrapes.” He handed it to me and I drank it. It tasted like sunshine and laughter and my mothers’ cookies all at once although I wasn’t sure how. When I finished drinking, I watched in shock as the cuts and scrapes I had gotten from jumping from the window healed. “Little Omega,” the tall man said, “why were you running?”

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.