Traffic Romane & Geschichten

Cassy and I smiled back and then hurried to get in the car. "Thanks, Mom. That was perfect" I said as we drove home. "Yeah, thanks." C added. "You are both welcome. I know that you have that party tomorrow so would you mind staying in tonight? Maybe unpack the rest of your stuff?" Mom asked. Cassy and I both nodded. I was exhausted anyway. POV Wolf We raced to The Spot but Jackal, Hound and I got stopped by a red light as Foxy managed to slip through. I was tempted to run it but my Dad would be pissed if I got another ticket so I waited and fumed.

She then headed to her lectures with a confident smile on her face, ready to conquer the world. Chelsea takes the wheel of her car and navigates through the sea of vehicles, honking horns, and impatient drivers. She watches her mirror and checks the lanes for oncoming traffic, carefully weaving in and out of the lanes to make progress towards her destination. The traffic moves in waves, and Chelsea stays alert constantly, anticipating the next movement. She slows down behind a line of cars, maintaining a safe distance while waiting for a chance to merge into the next lane. Her eyes dart between the traff

I'd never be the same because of him and if I saw him again I would kill him. I walk through the dark woods making sure to make as little noise as possible. Eventually, I get to a road. A car races down the road and I could smell the fuel a mile a way. He was swerving like a drunk. Then, before I even knew it, it all went black.

I ignored the people around me and silenced their whispering until I saw the black BMW come into view. I breathed a sigh of relief when Jayce opened the passenger door and closed it once I was seated. Now that I was sitting comfortably in the seat I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I heard Jayce get in the car then we drove off. My eyes remained closed until I felt the car turn the corner indicating we were no longer at the building. “Are you okay?” He asked me with great concern. I opened my eyes and squinted when the sun glared in my face.

Fenrak’s mood was light, almost playful—music pulsing low as he turned every corner like it was a racetrack. Until the sirens blared behind them. “Oh, come on,” he groaned, glancing at the rearview mirror. “I didn’t even break anything this time.” “You were doing eighty in a forty zone,” Rhea said flatly. He sighed, pulling over. “Eighty felt like forty.” Two traffic officers approached, one holding a ticket pad, the other already annoyed. Fenrak lowered his window, his trademark grin in place. “Morning, officer! Beautiful day, huh?”

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The vehicles move, and I’m already causing traffics. My life sucks!

His words penetrated deeply into me, I felt like word by word, my determination was cracking; I wanted to go up to him and have him hug me, to tell me that everything would be fine, but I shouldn't. “And you know what else?” he asked stopping at a red light and turning to me “that I...” His words were cut off under the sound of tires skidding on the wet pavement; then there was metal colliding with metal and a few seconds later, total silence. I was impressed because I had seen everything in front of me, a white car flew past us without caring about the red light and was overturned by a hit and run cargo truck. The white car rested all folded in the corner opposite to us and nobody got out o