Novel & Cerita The Crash Novel

“ A plane crash “ Martins leaned forward and increased the volume of the television. The anchor gave the details of the news and Martins eyes widened , it was the flight that Carina boarded. “ The crash resulted in the loss of several lives, including that of Freddie Mac, Anthony Lion, Carina Westwood and some few others yet to be identified “ the anchor continued, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "Details of the accident are still emerging, but it is believed that some passengers, Maddie Thompson and Oliver Jackson, survived."

It's so bloody it looks like a crime scene. Walking to my bedroom, I realized Theo was at one of the secret parties that were happening on the other wing, as our wing was way too close to the nuns. And the whole staff was having a celebratory dinner at the main hall. I was going to be alone tonight. I’d die today. Lost in my terrified thoughts, I ran towards my room, I opened the door and walked in. My stuff were ripped apart, my clothes and my books were torn, shredded to pieces. On top of the mess there was a note with only three words, beautifully written:

She deserves Richard and his fancy house and not having to worry about money anymore. Even if it means I have to suffer through this place. I'm reading her text and trying to walk at the same time when I realize I'm going too fast. There's a corner coming up, and I should probably slow down, but I'm already late and— CRASH. The collision happens so fast I don't even see it coming. One second I'm rushing around the corner, the next I'm slamming into something solid and warm. My coffee cup flies out of my hands like it has wings, and hot coffee goes everywhere. I mean everywhere. It splashes across the stone floor, it hits the walls, and worst of all, it soaks both me and whoever I just crashe

The rain has let up, and the humidity is cooling at such speed. “Sounds like the crash was bad, though?” “It was so scary,” Dawn says, coming back from her own world. “The assholes just pulled out in front of us.” Andre is shaking his head in awe. “Some people, huh?” I’m watching him, more paranoid than ever, does he know? Does he know that it’s his connections that caused the crash? If someone has said they’re waiting, then surely they’ve contacted him before too? “It was pretty scary,” I say. “Even more intense was that I think I spotted them down the road at the roadhouse a day later.”

, and scalding wolf blood poured straight over my head. Sizzle… The pure Alpha pressure contained in the blood was like acid to an Omega. Agony swept through me in an instant. I let out a muffled groan as I trembled and collapsed to my knees. Michelle didn't apologize. Instead, she pointed at me, her voice sharp and shrill. "You filthy thing. How dare you touch a sacred blessing with your dirty hands!" My body was soaked in burning wolf blood. I could clearly feel my skin curling and reddening the instant it touched the liquid. A scorched stench of seared flesh mixed with thick blood filled the air, making my stomach churn.

When my husband from the arranged marriage lost his memory, I couldn't resist messing with him. “Adrian. Say 'Boss.'“ The man in the hospital bed hugged his pillow and looked up at me like a good little boy. “Boss.” I nodded, satisfied. Perfect. A whole year of marriage, and he never once called me his wife. One car crash, and he'd been demoted to calling me Boss. Adrian and I had an arranged marriage. I did it for my family's dying factory. After the wedding he was colder than the fridge. We slept in separate rooms. He wouldn't eat my cooking and wouldn't take my calls. He even saved my number in his phone as “the Bell girl.” I lived in the Crane house more carefully than the hired

But the when and the where were buried under layers of grief and anger and the chaos of the past few weeks. I got in my car and started driving toward the house Iris and I had shared, the one with the dying hydrangeas and the empty rooms and the silence that felt like a tomb. The streets were dark and empty, and I drove on autopilot while my mind churned through possibilities. The letters, the phone calls, the black sedan, the holding company in Delaware. It all pointed to someone with resources and patience and an obsessive attention to detail, someone who had been planning this for a very long time. The crash happened so fast I didn't see it coming.

The response came slowly. YOU AND JULIA WERE IN A CAR. A memory flickered. Rain. Night. Teenagers laughing. Music too loud. Road slick. Julia driving. Elena passenger. A truck. Headlights. Elena gasped. The memory vanished. The message continued. THE CRASH CREATED TWO STABLE SURVIVAL CONTINUATIONS. IN ONE, YOU LIVED. IN ONE, JULIA LIVED. Elena stopped breathing. Mara whispered: “No.” Elena typed with shaking hands.

He had been fun to talk with, as well. The news was like a bucket of iced water that was suddenly poured over her warm, comfortable life and she shivered in trepidation. Vivian had a feeling that the plane crash was not an accident so she quickly packed her things and left the house she was living in. It was likely that the plane crash was caused by explosives attached inside or purposefully ruining a machine important to its functions. It was an assassination. She had read so many novels about things like that that she could not just sit still.

I sit at my usual table in the corner of the bar, the one tucked just out of the spotlight’s reach. The glass of bourbon in my hand is cold, its amber glow catching the dim light as I swirl it lazily. My name’s Elise, and I’m thirty-one, married to a man who loves me in his quiet, predictable way. Two kids, a mortgage, a life that’s safe but suffocating. That’s why I’m here, two towns over, where no one knows my name. This place, The Velvet Room, is my escape—a haven for my secret hunger. I come here once a month, maybe twice if the ache gets too severe. I don’t bring baggage, and I don’t take any home. Just one night, one stranger, one fleeting rush to remind me I’m alive.