Unfortunate Accident Novels & Stories

Henry was really handsome, or I would not have been so blinded by lust and made a huge mistake last night. After removing my makeup, he sounded hurt as he asked, "Wendy, why didn't you accept my friend request?" Henry's voice cut through the awkward silence. Why? Did he really need to ask? My stomach churned at the memory. "Last night... was a mistake. I was drunk, okay? I thought you were someone else. And if I'd known you were with Macie, I would've rather slept with a dog than with you. Let's just forget it ever happened, okay? Keep it between us. You get me?"

They push Ava to me and I did a wrong thing that I was going to regret forever. I cheated on her! but it was a accident. A stupid accident. I was totally drunk and when I saw Ava, I saw her, I saw Bettina. And that's where I made a mistake. I woke up lying on the bed with Ava completely naked. I talked her to forget about what happen and this was a honest mistake. But Ava is not a easy person I underestimate her. She posted our picture and tag it to me so Bettina will saw it. I never had any romantic relationships with her and she knew that I was being kind to her. But she misunderstood it and thought I like her too..

I replied her excitedly even this was not my first time feeling our child kick. "I know." She laughed, "I felt it." I made sure my attention was on the road, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on Maria's baby bump. "I'm just glad you're thee one carrying my child." I stared at her and it looked like she wanted to say something but decided against it. Everything happened in a blur. One time I was laughing with Maria about the baby's name and the next a large truck hit our car, making us tumble down the hill away from the main road.

He blinked, and the memory dissolved—only to be replaced by another. The accident. His own screams. Waking up in a hospital bed months later, only to be told the collision had left him infertile. A man with everything—now with nothing. “I can’t lose another one,” he murmured, his voice cracking. “I can’t…” The doctor lowered his head. “You don’t have to decide now, but—” “No.” Raymond turned abruptly. His eyes were red, his voice rough. “Don’t say that. You just said she doesn’t have time. So don’t stand there and tell me I don’t have to decide.”

Gosh, I hate this gut-wrenching feeling of being cut off from her, especially because I feel so intensely responsible; since her parents passed, she's had no one else truly looking out for her. As I walked, I tried composing yet another frantic text to ask if she was okay, but I took the corner near the entrance too sharply. ​Thump. I collided squarely with a solid mass near the garage entrance. The impact was slight, but enough to make me gasp. ​“Oh, I am so sorry, I wasn’t—” he began to apologize instinctively, his hands coming up to steady my arms. His voice cut off abruptly as his eyes registered my face.

I pointed at her hands trembling, “ you hurt me so bad this is the biggest betrayal and I would never bring my self to forgive you, never” “ I'm sorry, Sam…” she said voice trembling from crying “I didn't mean for this to happen, I just…” “You just lost a good friend” I interrupted her “You just lost a sister, you just lost good memories, you just lost our childhood, you lost a good memory and I hope you know it is all your fault and you live to regret it “This is the last time you'll see me or I would converse with you, both of you” “ Have a nice life, I wish you both happiness”

“All I was told was that they left because they were traitors and I was returned after they died in an accident. I know I was young when accident happened and I returned here. Honestly, I don’t remember anything about my parents.” “Exactly, anything could have happened and you would be none the wiser. The accident may not have been an accident at all. They may just be telling you that so that others don’t question it. But what happens if there wasn’t an accident? What if what happened was deliberate or the narrative is completely different?” “I don’t understand? You mean like they were murdered?”

he said again After a minute of stares, he reach to open the front seat door for her and watch her get in reluctantly First mission accomplished easily, now the second part would be easy. ~ "Just a ride won't hurt" Yasmin assured herself as she get in and try to relax with him. The drive start and she wish it would end soon as awkward air flow between them. Ten minutes to the ride, they got into a little accident and the car jerk back and forth simultaneously Yasmin gasp in shock at the sudden accident and when she recover she glance to see what they hit "Is it a person?" She asked out of fear

His mind was full of distracting notes and rhythms he had yet to master. Bradley woke up three weeks later with a tube shoved down his throat and a police report that filled the gaping hole in his memory. He had been told it was an accident, but Bo had not seen it that way. An understandable accident is being out with friends and having just a bit too much to drink. But how can someone “accidently” get behind the wheel of their car? How could someone “accidentally” decide not to take a cab home? How could a car run three red lights and barrel into a motorcyclist paused to let pedestrians past?

“Why?” “It’s why I feel bad. I hated her with everything in my soul. I wished her dead and then she died.” Famke felt her stomach drop at the woman’s words, “hey, you have to know you didn’t cause the accident. A drunk driver hit them.” “I know but I feel like I put it into the universe.” “You didn’t. Bad shit happens to good people all the time. Look at me and Bram. Lost our parents, got a drunk aunt for a guardian, had to apply for emancipation, then he got cancer. Good people. Bad shit.”