Novel & Cerita Road Rage Stories

I was owed that much since I lost both of my parents. The drive back home was much louder. I didn’t know if it was because I was too deep in thought, but every sound was amplified. The horns of impatient drivers. Their road rage. The curses they threw at those they deemed to be a bad driver. I wasn’t paying attention to any of it but they came to me anyway. It was for reasons like this that I had a driver. If I drove myself in this state, I couldn’t guarantee that there would be no accidents.

"You damned wench. You should be staying at home instead of parading out here! How dare you criticize my driving skills? Who do you think you are?" I was worn out and dizzy by then. I felt like I was seeing stars. It looked like a thought suddenly came to him then. He cocked a look at me before reaching for his phone to start a livestream. "Hello, everyone! I just got my driving license today, and what would you know? I ran into a scammer! She says my son is in the ICU, tried to attack me, and even tried to scam money out of me! "I’ll suck up my losses, but I’m going to take the chance to get revenge for everyone who has been scammed!

They say it every time, dragging my failure back into the light. Because of that disaster, every two-bit thug in this city has found new courage. Crime rates have jumped. People are locking their doors earlier, looking over their shoulders. And who do they point fingers at? Me. They say I've lost control. They say the city is rotting under my watch. I am filled with a rage so hot it burns my throat. I can't think. I lash out at every little thing. My driver, Paul, is taking me to City Hall. The car dips into a pothole and he swerves sharply to avoid another.

"You're definitely trouble. I don't buy the nonsense about you being wolfless. Soon enough you'll be out of our sight, things will go back to normal and the family will come to accept that we did the right thing." "We're here." Lynn announced. The car drove a little further, and just as it was coming to a stop, something slammed into it and sent it flying. It barrel-rolled, then stopped on its side- smoke coming out of it as fuel leaked from the tank. The driver broke out of the car, and so did Lynn and Vincent. They held Faye and Ryuu, then walked away from the car crash. "What is the problem now?" Ryuu complained. He had enough of attacks in one day.

LA drivers are not known for being the most patient. "Get out of the road!" the red-faced man shouts at me. "What the hell are you doing? Are you some kind of mental case?" "I'm so sorry," I apologize trying to shuffle the rest of the way across the street not watching the opposite direction and a large red truck almost hits me. He slams on his brakes so hard it makes a loud skidding sound right before the truck bounces forward and lands hard. "What the fuck lady!" the truck driver screams. Panicking I start to pant, my breath coming too fast as my mind becomes jumbled.

People were shouting, "Call 911 immediately! Look at all that blood. It doesn't look like the chances of survival are high." "Hey, everyone, I'm here on Brookside Drive, and I just witnessed a terrible car accident right before my eyes. I have to tell you, that driver seemed intentional, speeding straight at her without any signs of slowing down. It could be a personal grudge, a crime of passion, or a protest against society ..." Calista gritted her teeth and sat up, swatting away the phone that had almost landed before her. The car had narrowly missed hitting Calista. She felt pain from the scrapes and cuts she had endured during her fall.

In hindsight, it was a terrible fucking idea to scream and distract the driver of a moving vehicle as Amberleigh soon realized. Leo swerved and nearly sideswiped a Cadillac Escalade who laid on the horn. The driver, a balding, middle-aged man then gave them the finger and was screaming what appeared to be pull over. But no one had time for that road rage shit. Leo was able to gun the Ferrari and leave the pissed off man far behind in the dust as he blew through a yellow light.

"Tangina ninyo, you mother*******, useless bunch of shits, mga walang kwenta! If you do not want to live in this world anymore, just die! Die alone! Do not include others in your demise!" He made a middle finger sign to everyone inside the luxury van and get back in his car, then drove away. Everyone is astounded by what they saw. It is a great experience. Road rage in Legazpi Street, Makati City, Metro Manila. They will surely be included in the national news in the Philippine television televised every evening, and they do not want to be interviewed hours before. Inside their minds, they want to be in the Manila International Airport in the soonest possible time to avoid the gush of report

Just as I was spiraling, the call finally connected. Mom's voice came through, calm as ever. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Why all the calls?" "The roads near the suburbs are dangerous," I blurted. "Tell Dad to stay under twenty-five. Please." It was random, but they always caved for me. They complained about crawling along while cars behind them honked nonstop, but they did it. Ten minutes later, Dad slammed the brakes. Mom shouted, "What is wrong with these kids?! Shoving someone into traffic—do they have a death wish? Good thing we were driving slow. We almost hit her! Honey, call the cops—I'm checking on that lady!"

He angrily asked, "Why are you not driving?!" The driver came back from his shock, he said, "All of the three are absolutely scoundrels! Yesterday they told me the same story and had fooled me and hadn't even paid my full fare! And today again those three scoundrels fooled me once more!" RK who was already very angry, he was not interested in listening to his story, he said in his usual chilled voice "Shut your mouth and just drive!" The driver felt his cold aura, he gulped and started driving without making any noise.