3 Day Road Book Novels & Stories

he said softly, “can we go somewhere where nobody calls me ‘Alpha’s mistake’?” My heart shattered. “Yes, baby. Somewhere far away.” We left before dawn. No goodbyes. No messages. Just silence. But on the plane, I sent David one final text: This is the end. From now on, you’ll never see us again. By the time the sun rose over Blazetooth Pack, Joseph and I were already miles away. And for the first time in five years, the bond between us and the Alpha began to die.

Just when I think I've finally gained the upper hand in a situation, Vincent throws me for a loop. "A trip? Where? How long?" I leave out the part of demanding to know if we'd be driving. Puking on Vincent Valiant could be the highlight of my week. He rests his hand on my shoulder and squeezes. "Pack enough for three days." "Three days where?" There's a big fucking difference between attire for Alaska versus Florida. Vincent turns and walks back to the elevator, leaving me alone in the garage without answering my question. Ugh. How did getting a car turn into me mad at him?

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

And, as the drive went on, the discomfort of being in a car for eighteen hours at a stretch after my ass had been knotted open that morning. Still. Even that felt good, since it reminded me I was with my mate. I’d turned into such a slut. We made it to the far frozen north in a little under three days of driving, by dint of switching off often and not stopping for more than a couple of hours, sleeping in the car in turns. Calder drove as we crossed the border, taking us along a shitty narrow side road that he said used to be a smuggling route.

"Still lying, ugh? You just said that to have me get her myself!" "I'll deal with you both when I get there." Isaac ran out, banging his head against the wall in his haste, but he didn't stop. Not even Mandy's calls could hold him back. He ran three red lights, speeding to the beach. The bodyguards were gone. Only Liam was there, guarding my corpse. Isaac frantically got the key, opening the cage. My body, after two days in the sea, was swollen and pale, almost unrecognizable.

Away from everything. The cabin appeared as though it had been unoccupied for some time. I checked the trip odometer. 5.3 miles I had traveled down this little dirt road, and I passed maybe five cabins. The road continued and vanished up the mountain, into the thick trees past the cabin, but I had no idea for how far or if there were any more homes deeper in the woods. I got out of the Jeep and stretched and reached over the console into the passenger seat to grab my duffle bag. I would only be here for three days. So, I had packed a t-shirt to sleep in, clean underwear, three tank tops, three pairs of shorts, and a sweater and sweatpants to protect me from the cool bite of autumn nights.

It was raining lightly. He held the umbrella too high, like always, so I ended up a little damp. “I’m going to lower this one day,” I teased. He smirked. “Don’t threaten me.” We walked down the path toward the parking lot, hands brushing. “I booked something,” he said casually. “What kind of something?” “The kind you don’t get to know about until we land.” I stopped walking. “Wait—what?” He grinned. “Pack a bag. Three days. Somewhere warm.”

I took the pack and turned toward the west without looking back. The journey took three days. I traveled through terrain that grew increasingly harsh, the gentle slopes of Crimson territory giving way to jagged rocks and deep canyons. The air grew thinner, colder, and the signs of life grew scarce. No birds sang here. No animals moved in the undergrowth. The Badlands lived up to their name. On the third evening, I reached the river Mentor had described. It was wide and fast, the water black in the fading light, and on the far bank, I saw my first sign of the wolves I had come to find.

Road Trip The old SUV hummed down the empty highway, windows down, hot summer air rushing in. Three guys had been driving for nine hours straight from college to the coast — a cheap summer road trip to blow off steam before senior year. Alex was behind the wheel, hands loose on the steering wheel, tank top sticking to his sweaty chest. He was the tallest, broad-shouldered, the quiet “straight” one who always organized everything. In the passenger seat sat Ryan — cocky, athletic, loud-mouthed, the guy who never shut up about girls. In the backseat, legs stretched out, was Noah — the quiet, openly bi roommate who had tagged along at the last minute with a knowing little smile.

… Third-Person POV The next morning, the local news reported, "Last night, a speeding car caused a traffic accident and burst into flames. According to the latest updates, the remains of a young woman were discovered in the vehicle." In Rosa's hospital room, Luca handed her the last slice of orange and stood up. "I'll go check on that troublesome one." Rafael let out a scoff. "Why bother checking on her? Let her reflect on her own." Enzo had already headed toward the door. He still couldn't feel at ease. Valentina had just woken up, and she was still injured. The three of them walked down the corridor and pushed open the door to Valentina's hospital room.