A Bend In The Road By Nicholas Sparks นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Else it would be another area with red marks in my GPS. Sasha Vale is good at making this road exist in the secret society. I mean, who would've thought that an ex-convict like her will make this traffic-free route that even the government of this country wouldn't know? Well, maybe because everyone fears the slumps. Who in the world would drive to the recessions anyway? Perhaps criminals and public volunteers. Then there's only a 1% chance that this road will be discovered. "Are we there yet?" I remove my eyes from the road and look at Marco, who just woke up from his slumber.

"No. I can't. I must return home. Bella isn't home to watch over my kids, who are the only ones home. After saying good-bye, she departed. October stepped into her car, buckled herself up, and sped away from the mansion. She drove into the roads and made her way home. By this time of night, there weren't many cars on the road. It was almost midnight when she looked at the time. She made a one-way turn while keeping her eyes firmly fastened on the road. There's a good reason why this route is always described as desolate. This road is not frequently traveled because it is a fatality hotspot. She was unaware that it was also rumored to have been cursed. She continued to drive, hoping to arrive

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* The next day, Sandra was craving for the noddles that a restaurant used to make in the neighborhood where she lived before. So, she took out her bicycle and went down the road. As she reached the main road she found a big line of cars on the road. It seemed like there was an accident and now the road was blocked. The police was trying to make the way clear but still it seemed like it will take a lot of time. The other road was empty and as she passed through the line of cars, her eyes fell on car that belonged to Yu. She stopped and got out of her bicycle. She crossed the road and stood next to the car as she knocked on the glass.

The Mountain Road The moment they saw the golden beam— they left. Immediately. No debate. No hesitation. No second thoughts. The abandoned town disappeared behind them as Adrian pushed the car onto the mountain road. The beam remained visible ahead. Like a lighthouse. Like a warning. Like fate itself pointing the way. Elena couldn't stop staring at it. Because every instinct told her the same thing. Thomas was there. And if Thomas was there— then Lily. Ava. Peanut.

Elena replied. A glance. Brief. But enough. Because that wasn’t the answer of someone running anymore. That was the answer of someone ready to fight. --- The road curved sharply ahead. Dense forest closing in on both sides. No exits. No help. No witnesses. Perfect. --- “They planned this route,” Adrian muttered. Elena’s eyes narrowed. “So we stop playing their game.” --- Before he could respond— She reached for the wheel. “What are you—” The car swerved violently off the main road.

“Terrible things happened to you. I wish they hadn’t. But look around the world. Children are starving in Africa. Planes are flown into buildings. Bombs fall on civilians. Disease wipes people out. Prisoners are tortured. Women are raped. Some things can be changed. Some can’t. Sometimes all we can do is accept what happened and keep living.” He let out a bitter laugh. “How could you possibly say that?” “Because it’s true. And you know it.” “I’ll tell you what’s true.” He stared at me without blinking now, his voice dropping low and rough. “There’s a lay-by on the coast road through Great Crosby—about eight miles north of Liverpool. It sits beside the dual carriageway, hidden back from the r

As hard as it is, I shake the thought of peeling her clothes off her body, and choose a cute enough dress for tomorrow, and in no time, we're out of the house. The road to The Spot is the kind you don’t take by accident. It's narrow, unlit, by a large body of water, and curling up into the hills like it’s leading you out of the world. The only sound in the car is that of my engine and the occasional crunch of gravel under the tyres. She sits beside me, with her arms folded, and her eyes darting between the windshield and me like she’s trying to decide whether this is a kidnapping or a date.

And somehow, that silence made everything louder. “Are you nervous?” she finally asked, voice low but knowing. “A little.” “That’s good,” she said. “You should be.” I nodded, even though she wasn’t looking. The road stretched out into quieter streets, then even further. We passed the edge of town, the car slicing through shadows and headlights. I didn’t ask where we were going. We pulled up to a discreet hotel with no name on the front, just warm lights and tinted glass. Ava parked, shut off the engine, and looked at me.