Sugat Sa Tuhod Dahil Sa Motor Novels & Stories

With a thunderous roar, her motorbike let out an explosive sound, and her speed visibly surged! She soared past "Sweetie" in a single move!

Tuwang-tuwa na saad niya. Nagulat ang lahat maging ang doktor. Biglang pumasok sa loob ang lahat maging ang doktor at nagulat nga sila ng makitang muling tumunog ang makina. "Isa itong milagro!" ***

Ilang beses niyang sinubuka na bumaba pero hini naman siya pinansin ng lalaki. "Sakay." Utos nito habang nakangiting nakaturo sa motor. Halos mapanganga siya. "Anong? Ha? Motor ang gamit mo?" Takang taong niya. Tinatawanan lang niya ng lalaki saka sinuotan ng helmet dahil hindi siya gumagalaw.

One оf the thugѕ is lуіng nеаrbу, ѕtіll holding hіѕ head. There’s blооd pouring оut thе еуеhоlе оf hіѕ ski mаѕk. Another’s in the driver’s ѕеаt, rеvvіng thе еngіnе аnd уеllіng. Thеrе’ѕ one tо my lеft аnd one nеаr thе саr door.

Marahil ay hinatid na ni Paul sa guest room ang bruha niyang ina. Kaagad akong sumakay sa aking minamahal na kotse. Ngunit hindi ko pa man napapaandar ang makina nito ay muli na naman akong nakaramdam ng matinding pagkahilo. Pinagpawisan pa ako ng malamig at pakiwari ko ay hinahalukay ang aking tiyan. Gusto kong sumuka, subalit nabigo lamang ako dahil wala naman lumalabas sa aking bibig.

I was swimming with one arm, the other locked around Dante’s chest. Suddenly, a blinding flash of blue light erupted from beneath us. Ang silver-tech arm ni Dante—ang bahaging hindi pa nila tuluyang naalis—ay biglang nag-short circuit dahil sa alat ng dagat at sa electromagnetic surge ng isla. The mechanical limb locked into a rigid, paralyzed grip, snagging on a piece of submerged Sovereign wreckage.

The machine gave a terminal shudder and died. Silence followed. It was a heavy, pressurized absence of sound that made my eardrums throb. The only texture left was the high-pitched whistle of toxic wind as it forced its way through the cracks in the vehicle’s hull. "Get out," I rumbled. My vocal cords felt like they had been rubbed with grit. My throat was constricted, the muscles tight and dry. Beside me, the biological entity that had been Lugal Nergal remained motionless. He was a collection of calcified joints and loose skin huddled in the passenger seat.

“What is going on? Why won’t the car start?” “I don’t know, fuck! There is not enough gas,” Raghul shouted out. “Get out of the car; we can’t be caught,” I ordered him as we both came down again. “I will stall them for you to get a headstart,” I say, as I have much upper hand when it comes to safety and Raghul doesn’t. I regretted it as soon as Raghul ran off to safety. How quick did I forget that I was injured earlier today and basically do not have enough power at all? The little I had, I was exhausted because of that smelly man.

Cole "Dammit!" I cursed, kicking at the dirt next to my broken down motorcycle, a cloud of dust formed and made me sneeze in response. The black Suzuki had sputtered and coughed a few times before it lost all power and came to a stand still in the middle of bloody nowhere. I'd hoped it was going to be a quick fix, but once I'd eliminated all of the obvious issues, I knew I was going to need help with this one. I swore in every single language I knew, feeling better once I had got my frustration out of my system.

One оf the thugѕ is lуіng nеаrbу, ѕtіll holding hіѕ head. There’s blооd pouring оut thе еуеhоlе оf hіѕ ski mаѕk. Another’s in the driver’s ѕеаt, rеvvіng thе еngіnе аnd уеllіng. Thеrе’ѕ one tо my lеft аnd one nеаr thе саr door.