Crashed by a Rolls-Royce, I Sent Him Straight to Hell — Novel

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In a city where the living tread lightly and the dead linger with unresolved grudges, Ethan Hale is thrust into a perilous game. Fresh from high school, he inherits his father’s mantle as a Soul Ferryman, a guide for the departed. But when a routine night of ride-sharing turns into chaos after a collision with a luxury Rolls-Royce, Ethan finds himself on the wrong side of a mob boss’s wrath.

Tony Moretti is not just any driver; he’s a kingpin with a reputation that sends shivers down spines. With a spirit in the back seat urging him to act fast, Ethan discovers the stakes are higher than he ever imagined. Can he navigate the treacherous waters of the mortal world while ensuring Emily Carter, the spirit he’s tasked to escort, doesn’t turn into a vengeful force?

As Tony’s temper flares and threats loom large, Ethan must summon all his courage and cunning. With time running out and the shadows of the Underworld closing in, will he find a way to save Emily and himself, or will he be crushed under the weight of pride and power? In this high-stakes drama, every choice could lead to salvation—or doom.

Crashed by a Rolls-Royce, I Sent Him Straight to HellChapter 1

Fresh out of high school, I inherited my father Gabriel Hale’s mantle and became a Soul Ferryman—a psychopomp guiding the dead.

Because the job required me to roam late at night, I disguised myself as a ride-share driver.

That night, I received an order straight from the Underworld.

The message urged me to act quickly: I had to deliver the soul before the Gate of the Underworld closed, or else the deceased might turn into a vengeful spirit.

I picked up the target’s spirit, but on the way back, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly shot out from a corner.

I didn’t have time to brake—I slammed right into it.

“You blind, kid? Don’t you know how to drive?”

Time was pressing, so I didn’t bother arguing over whose fault it was. I was ready to pay compensation just to settle it.

But the other driver refused to let it go.

“You broke loser! Do you even know what car this is? Ten grand? You think you can fob me off with that pocket change?”

I pulled out my phone, ready to call the police—but the female spirit in my back seat spoke up, her words chilling me to the bone.

“I’m the one he killed in that crash…”