Richard Thomas Car Accident Novels & Stories

That morning, like many others before, Richard Norman got behind the wheel and set off alone, heading toward a countryside farm to meet an old friend. But fate had other plans. Out of nowhere, a van with failed brakes careened into the road, smashing head-on into Richard’s car. The collision was brutal. Both vehicles were left mangled, and the drivers were rendered unconscious with serious injuries.

"I did. I was so scared that if you saw him again, you might…you might change your mind about us. I only want to ensure not even his shadow could show up on the day of our wedding." Khana's breath caught in her throat. She had known Richard was protective, maybe a little possessive, but she had never thought he would go this far. Yet, underneath her anger, she felt the sting of guilt. She had done this—her indecision, her lingering feelings for Henry—it had goaded Richard to this point. "What happened to him?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Is he... Is he dead?" Richard's eyes filled with regret as he spoke. "The car fell off a cliff and exploded shortly after. That's what I was told."

It was that damned accident. Silence stretched. “ Tell me, Richard!” Then he exhaled slowly, like the words were too heavy for him. “You were in a terrible car accident. The taxi you were riding in was hit by a reckless driver. You suffered severe head trauma. There was swelling and bleeding. The surgeons operated quickly, but… complications set in.” “Richard!” He paused again. I could hear the tremor in his breathing.

Edward couldn't be blaming himself, could he? At that time, Richard went to Edward's appointment. It was on the road at the entrance of the coffee shop where they had agreed to go that the accident suddenly happened. Richard died on the spot. It sounded a little unbelievable, but it was the truth. Judging from Edward's attitude, it could be seen that Edward did not believe that the car accident was really an accident. Forget it. She could not figure it out anyway, so she would not think about it for now. That night, Ellena sent Nicklaus a WeChat message.

The car was totally damaged. When I woke up in the hospital room. I don't know where Tann is. Thomas said he died in a plane crash. Thomas is married. I remember the last time I was going to act on my plan to kill Ricky. F****** freak bas****! Well! I had killed him. I didn't remember.

I asked her, pointing toward the direction it was parked. "That is the issue, dear. Mr. Thomas had a ghastly motor accident this evening while he was trying to catch an appointment."

On that rainy day, a tragic car accident occurred, and the victim was her ex-husband, Tom Hulce. The driver is still in a coma, Tom Hulce has both legs broken, and his retinas are severely damaged. He will likely be a disabled person for the rest of his life, both blind and visually impaired. A man who once stood at the pinnacle, proud and arrogant, now can only sit quietly in a wheelchair, facing darkness alone. Mary Wickes was much luckier; she only suffered minor facial injuries. But now she has become the scapegoat and the target of criticism.

She knew she was finished. The night they finished dealing with Sarah, they drove home. Rain poured down in torrents, and Joseph drove with vacant eyes. "Joe..." Thomas suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse. "Do you think Cynthia... hated us at the end?" Joseph's grip on the steering wheel tightened suddenly. He had no right to answer. Just then, blinding headlights cut through the darkness. In the violent impact, their car rolled down the cliff. Joseph died instantly, while Thomas suffered compound fractures in both legs and was pulled from the wreckage in a deep coma.

My parents gave me hell about it but still fixed it. God, I caused Camille's accident. I'm the one who nailed her to that fùcking wheelchair. Not Vanessa. It's me that she's supposed to hate. If she finds out, I know that she'll ruin my life. It was a hit-and-run case and the driver and car responsible were never found. The police are still searching to this day. The accident happened on Thornton Road. My heart fùcking sinks. That's the same road where we got into that accident. And killed a man. The man who was Camille's bodyguard and lover.

It didn't stop there, though. Richard recalled the night of the accident. He was returning from a weekend trip with his wife and son. His car had a strange mechanical issue, and he was supposed to meet them for dinner. Despite calling for a ride, he never arrived on time. Someone hit their car on the highway. Dead on impact. According to the police, it was a tragic accident. But Richard was wiser. Howard had paid the mechanic he learned later that his car's failure was deliberate; that his purpose was to be in the car with them that evening, not to be late.