Road Rage Stories Novels & Stories

Robbie responded seriously, his voice still filled with fear. The fear seemed to spread through the car. The others began to look out the windows silently, as if also bracing for an accident. “What’s really going on? Tell me the whole story,” the woman asked, growing uneasy. She was worried that Robbie was spreading fear. “I only met them once. I warned them and told them who was backing me, but Edmund didn’t back down. He even wanted to fight us. “Unexpectedly, I got into an accident that day itself. If not for the driver’s quick thinking, I might have been dead now.”

•Scott POV• I drove down the road, my heart beating so fast it almost matched my speed. I couldn’t believe I almost got into an accident. The way the driver had tried to hit my car clearly showed he was sending a warning. I shoved my hand through my hair and gripped the steering wheel with the other, steadying my breathing. I thought about going to the cops to report the incident, but with the recent claims and my time in jail, I didn’t think they would take me serious.

It was kind of interesting incident for him to meet Liam around a year back. He was going back to his Penthouse after a dinner with a client when he asked his driver to take the linked roads instead of highway. He wanted to enjoy a peaceful journey. He was looking out of his tinted windows catching up the running life, when he caught a boy fighting more than 5 people in a street. He tapped the roof of his car and the driver parked the car silently.

He claimed that I didn't get wet, but the truth was that he couldn't make me wet! I picked up a number of stones and began flinging them in every direction, seeing his face in my trajectory, and yelling, "Asshole!" The road I was on had been in the news many times. People died there, others disappeared and were never found. But I didn't care. I just wanted to cry my eyes out. Oh, God! My mother was right! There was no love anywhere! DRYSDAN I was speeding down the road when something crashed into the glass of my passenger window. I floored the brake and got out in the rain.

You can pass by the cars and cross the road to the other side," he suggested. As the driver came to a stop, Natalie, with trembling hands, reached out to the door, opened it, and stepped out onto the chaotic street." "The situation grows increasingly violent as people start throwing stones among themselves. Natalie pushes as she hides somewhere, covering herself with a broken board lying on the floor. "What is going on here?" Richard asked as he drove to the scene, looking confused as to what was happening. "Sir, there is a rally going on here which has led to serious fighting among themselves. You can't drive through here," one man said to him as he ran away for safety. .. Driving his car t

The atmosphere was full of sorrow. Rayan on the other hand rode wickedly with his men. He was celebrating what he called justice. Listening to pop music, drinking, and smoking. The driver couldn’t control the car brake anymore because of too much acceleration. The car somersaulted thrice in the air and crashed down onto the road. Rayan and his men were banged up. The car was damaged beyond repair.

At this point I was a bit scared, knowing that any slight touch would definitely warrant the cost of my life. "You all should stay in your cars" I screamed, many thought it was the police, I loved the fact that everyone obeyed me until I got to the beginning of the traffic, and found out that it was just a little collision between a truck driver and a beautiful Lamborghini Aventador SUV, I wouldn't blame the man who blocked hundreds of people with his truck, just to exchange words with a man who knew the worth of his car and argued for it. "Separating this argument is none of my business, I've got to get home and guarantee my safety first" I sighed as I drove into the left side, heading back

The entrance door of a fast food, opening and closing, with people trooping in and out, just opposite of the newspaper what was got my stomach's attention, and I salivated, wishing I had money on me. Just in the middle of the getting-busy road, a trailer and a car following behind two impatient women on the Pedestrian side talking to each other were halted by the traffic cop. And a few moments later another Insanity issued. A motorcycle at top speed, riding through the ham of vehicles hit a coffee stand and was held by good citizens, who wanted him to pay for his damage.

It annoyed Dominique. “What the hell was causing this traffic, Marsha? It’s really strange for a Saturday morning to have traffic as if it was 9a.m. peak hour traffic on a Monday. I can’t take his miserable traffic, we have been stuck in bumper to bumper traffic for the better part of 10 minutes Marsha, and the only people that seem to be getting anywhere are the motorcyclists who weave through the traffic. I don’t know which group is worse, the pedestrians who seem to just dash through the cars or the motorcyclists. Look how the roads are riddled with pot holes. Why do we even bother to pay taxes Marsha?” Dominque ranted.