A Bend In The Road By Nicholas Sparks Novels & Stories

The so-called "Triple Death Bend" referred to three consecutive curves. Many underground racers had flown off the road at this spot, which was how it got its name. The challenge of the Triple Death Bend was that the three consecutive deadly turns were almost connected with virtually no straight distance. Moreover, the three curves turned left, right, and then left again, requiring the rider to quickly shift the direction of their lean. For an experienced rider like Bryan, who had raced these bends thousands of times, it wasn't much of an issue. But for Frederick, a beginner who had never raced here before, the danger was immense, especially at such high speeds.

“Just wait for the second bend, girl. I’ll make you kneel down and call me lord!” However, even though Young Master Warren was only half a car length behind, by the time Maria reached the second bend, he had not even touched her car’s back. Maria had already made the turn. Deer Bend consisted of a total of twelve bends. According to the rules of the race, after reaching the peak, they had to return the same way. Young Master Warren finally managed to keep up without falling too far behind. After the last bend, he only needed to turn the steering wheel 180 degrees to go downhill for the final sprint.

I held my cigarette and stared ahead. The massive convoy disappeared up the mountain. The sky grew darker by the minute. "In ten minutes that blizzard hits." Faye slammed her hand on the table. Her eyes were red. "They're still driving up there? Are they insane? That's suicide." Because I refused Cassidy's demand, Wanda couldn't hide her resentment. "Ms. Steele, this wasn't handled right." She looked away. "If you'd agreed to the rescue, they wouldn't have called in all those drivers.

I lowered my gaze to the new studio contract on the table. The address was in the south of the city, by the river, a place where fog gathered more often than not. "I've paid my share too." … On opening day, Tristan came. He did not come inside. He only stood across the street, holding a paper bag. "Do you want to go over?" Wyatt asked. I shook my head. Not long after, the front desk brought up a package. Inside was the repaired fog lamp, and the line "Come home when the fog clears" on the base had been re-engraved.

Unfortunately, her worst fears came true. After leaving, James and the others moved to a corner to gossip about Beatrice. "Damn, do you think Ms. Thorne has some kind of special kink? I can't believe she's into that boy toy." James, well into his 50s, was the first to break the silence. Ignatius McKinney clicked his tongue. "I guess that's the kind of man young women prefer these days." James shook his head, confusion evident on his face. "Mr. Bainbridge was honestly far better. He's smart, capable, and, most importantly, knows how to read a room.

I obeyed without saying much, letting my palms feel his sturdy torso. The distance so close made me able to feel his breath, blending with the vibration of the motorcycle engine spreading through my increasingly erratic heartbeat. I pressed my lips together, trying to look normal behind this panic. Reid sped forward, cutting through the city lights that night, hiding his destination behind the dimness of the night.

Ever since brunch. Watching Felix nearly fucking lose it at Carlo while I was gone? Yeah, I saw it. He was about to explode. And Carlo? That smug asshole was thriving on it. I swear I saw him nearly get off from pushing Felix’s buttons. It’s fucked up. I should be pissed. Instead, I’m turned on like some goddamn masochist. He takes a sharp turn, driving down a narrow road I don’t recognize. Somewhere behind an old abandoned warehouse. Real sketchy shit. Dead quiet except for crickets and the occasional sound of a stray dog barking.

Christ hissed, but he was right, the road is dangerous, there are too many cliff around there. "Just do as instructed, take the other road, do you think they won't confirm if I'm the one In the car? Start moving, Liam might be dumb, but he also knows how to play his game." His PA didn't utter one more word. He took the other road that leads to the mansion. Minutes pass by, but there was nothing suspicious on the road. The road was clear, until a bird flew pass the front of the car, his PA fidgeted and suddenly March the car brake.

"Besides, Lucy has always been independent. Her exam center isn’t far, so she can go on her own." … By the time I stepped out the door, the first golden rays of sunlight were breaking through the clouds. I took a shortcut down a quiet, secluded road. The moment I turned the corner, the sky seemed to darken. And then, a deafening engine roar ripped through the silence, growing louder as it approached. A sleek, red sports car screeched to a halt right in front of me, blocking my path. Nicholas stepped out with a lackey trailing behind him. He grinned, leaned against the car, and looked me over.

She preferred to take that chance. Alice swerved quickly to the left, entering the dirt road overlooking the scarred iron cliff, the rattling of metal was a tell-tale that the vans followed and were now hood to bumper. With a sudden speedy force, the closest car slammed into the back of Alice's Bentley, sending her dashing forward. Just as they were about to repeat their movements, she swung clear of the large vehicle and hit her brakes, allowing the first to stream past her. In a split second, their vehicle drifted across the space of the small road in a gust of smoke and stone, the front wheels lodging under the iron belts of the building.