Novel & Cerita 3 Day Road Book

Driving along the seafront I had experienced a swell of nostalgia that had brought back happy memories of ice-creams melting into the sand and fish-and-chip suppers before climbing into Nonna’s tiny little car where I would inevitably fall asleep on the drive back to Brighton. It was still mid-morning by the time I parked up near the pier. I was under no impression that I was alone, I was certain my security was somewhere reporting back, but I tapped out messages to everyone who needed to know where I was anyway so I knew that they wouldn’t worry. I smiled as I typed out that I was having a mental health day, if you could call a day trip to the seaside that, chuckling a little over my choice

After all, the duo knew that Gerald would never let anything happen to them. Regardless, all three of them turned in early that night. After all, they were embarking on a new adventure the next day, so they needed to be well-rested and be in good shape. At eight the next morning, the trio took one more look at Gerald’s map—that Old Flint had given them—before getting into their car and driving for Sunset Village… From their starting point, it would take approximately two days before they would arrive there. With that in mind, they would have to spend two whole days on the road…

Not a single route has led us to her. Now, on the third day, we stand in the middle of nowhere. Because our van which had served us faithfully for three days had broken down. Barren fields that had once been used to grow wheat surround us from either side of the road. It is nighttime, and snow keeps falling. The road is hauntingly lonely without a soul in sight. There’s not a town in sigh. The road seems to end at infinity, fading away into the white of the snow. I stand next to Haden as he tinkers with the engine of the van. I know nothing about vehicles, and Haden wasn't much of an expert either. The witches were entirely clueless regarding them.

We made sure that there were at least three people in each car so that we didn’t have to stop for anything but gas and it took us three days to drive to California. As soon as we got to the freeway that was running right through the forest, I told Connor to keep on until I told him to turn. There were a lot of turn offs, but we were driving that freeway for a long time before I finally told him to turn left. We got off the freeway and headed down a dirt road, through the woods and towards the ocean. I could smell the ocean from where I was and then the landmarks started to look a lot clearer and I told Connor to stop the car.

he said quietly, "some things you see on a road like that, you don't forget them even when you'd rather." Rylan spoke from the far side of the room, his shoulder against the wall, arms loose at his sides. "Could you lead us." The guard took a breath through his nose and turned his head toward him slowly. He was the kind of man who priced things before he handed them over, even words. "I could." he said, "but you should hear what you're agreeing to first. Three days of hard travel if nothing goes sideways. More if it does." "What goes sideways on a path like that." I asked.

CHAPTER THREE: Elena's POV The journey was everything I feared it would be. Three days of endless travel through dark forests and over mountain passes. Three days locked in a windowless carriage with only brief stops for necessities. Three days of silence from the guards who treated me like dangerous cargo, not speaking to me except to give short commands.

He grunted and disappeared. Chance stared at the empty space for a second, comprehending the situation before going to get his stuff. Since it would be a short trip, he barely needed stuff to carry. All he took with him was his phone charger, wallet and his laptop. He locked his door and arrived at the car. Chance slid into the shotgun seat and upon Dr Tyson’s request, Chance set the GPS and settled down. After a while when they hit the traffic, Chance decided to talk. "When you do stuff like this, it's hard not to misread." He snorted.

And I thought about the ivory tapers bought on sale for twelve dollars on a Tuesday afternoon. About the woman who had lit them at seven o'clock and had not known yet what was coming. About every mile of the road between that Tuesday and this one. And I thought: she deserved to know. The woman who lit the candles. She deserved to know that the road led here. And here was worth every single mile of it. The book said so. On the last line. Buy the candles. Light them. Eat the meal. The rest will follow. It was true. It was completely, specifically, unhurriedly true.

Still Mercedes' POV When John left, I took a roadmap out of my bag and put the piece of paper with the location he gave me on it. I map out the route I have to take. Actually, I would be there faster by plane, but my Bugatti is a fast one and if I look at the route like that, I can arrive at my destination within three days.

It looked as if someone had cleared the road in advance. Molly wasn't foolish. Her gaze drifted toward Ray. He said he needed three days to prepare. Had he spent the first two days clearing the road? No. Impossible. How could one person clear an entire route? Even if he used the G-Class to shove aside every vehicle blocking the way, clearing a road nearly ten kilometers long would take ages! It was definitely not something that could be done in a day or two. In that case, had someone else driven through here before them?