Unfortunate Accident Novels & Stories

When the video ended, the crowd murmured in disbelief. Sarina’s misfortune was striking. Under normal circumstances, even if the slip hadn’t been fully inserted, the next person might have pushed it in. But instead, sheer bad luck caused it to be dragged out, stepped on, and finally disposed of as garbage. The crowd couldn’t help but feel a mixture of pity and amusement. Sarina’s downfall today wasn’t just her own carelessness; it was a cascade of unfortunate events. Yet, at the end of the day, it was her own lack of attention that had set the disaster in motion.

“I'm sorry I've not been able to save you from this condition. But I promise to do so soon whether I get help or not." Carlo stood in the room and watched Sloane. The scene before him made his heart melt. Josie, Sloane's birth mom, had been involved in a really fatal accident — a memory Sloane didn't like to visit at all— which left her on the hospital bed for the past five years. Her heart was already failing. And she needed one that would match her body. Unfortunately, there was only a little time left. “Ms Sloane Wentworth,” the doctor called her from the entrance, cutting the teary moment off.

Jordan scratched the back of his head. I stared blankly at him - once, twice. Then I burst into fits of laughter. It was so long, I just couldn't stop it. Jordan stood still, his face serious. "What? You think I'm joking?" "I meannnn" It was already weird that I had to go through Mishap curse and now I was dead? What kind of sick joke was that? "Yeah, I knew you wouldn't believe." He shrugged. "You see, we were shot and then we drowned into the pool and tada, we just appeared here. I think Angel Gabriel is outside but ...."

Because even though she considered herself unlucky, she still believed someone out there had it worse-like the poor guy who got hit by a falling durian while riding a motorcycle. Or someone mistaken for a robber just because they were wearing a bonnet and a face mask while buying freshly baked bread. At least... Her life hadn't reached that level. Yet. "Ow!" Maeve winced as the handle of one of her suitcases slipped from her grasp and landed squarely on her foot. She squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, then forced herself to smile. "That was the third accident for this morning. That's progress." The tricycle driver who had helped unload her luggage looked at her with concern.

Frankie offered me a glass of water, and I accepted it, grateful for his concern. “What happened?” “She was in an accident a few streets away. Somebody hit her and crashed her beetle completely. An ambulance took her to the emergency room to check for internal bleeding and head injuries. Though she swore she was fine. I was on my way here when I saw the commotion and recognized her car.” The overwhelming need to see her and make sure she was OK surged through my veins, and I reached for my phone to call the taxi. But instead of a dial screen, I faced yet another message from the same unknown number.

Marcus walked away without care; it wasn't like he was obliged to help the boy even if he had caused the accident, but Frank needed to know that good morals were never going to get him out of poverty. Being good had nothing to do with success; he admired the boy's good character, but he had to drop it for this one act, save his brother, and live happily ever after with loads of cash.

She wanted meat and she tried to grill some but there was an accident. "I have no control over errors or accidents" she explained. Maybe he did not understand the concept as well. "I told you that we should have someone over to grill it for us but you refused because you wanted to do it yourself," he said in a voice that portrayed his anger. "This would not have happened because if you" she blurted out. "Because of me? Me?" he asked shocked at the allegations. He had done nothing that could cause the accident except to open up a bottle of wine.

As she turned, she hit one of her colleagues. The tray in her hand fell to the ground, as some of her chicken sauce soiled the lady's clothes. "Oh my God!" The lady yelled.