A Quiet Place: The Road Ahead 소설 & 이야기

Sienna adored that charm, so I had never thought to replace it. Jennifer obviously got the wrong idea, but I did not feel like clearing it up and just answered the call. Sienna's voice came through, tinged with impatience. "Dad, you're so slow! The competition's about to start, and Mom's got your favorite snacks. We're nearly there. How much longer will you take?" I quickly reassured her with a chuckle. "Hold on, sweetie. I'm going to change my shirt, and I'll be right there."

"They said Nova has been dead for at least three hours..." My mother's hand gripped the back of the chair. Her lips moved but no sound came out. My father pulled out his phone and dialed the house number. It rang for a long time. No one answered. "We need to go back," my father said, his voice hollow. "It must be a mistake..." They forgot about Iris in the hospital room. They rushed out the door. When they got home, the barrier tape was already up. A few neighbors stood at a distance, watching. A Guard stepped forward. "Are you Nova Vance's parents?"

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

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.

He warned her to leave this place! She didn't listen. So now, it'd be her fault if anything bad happened to her... right? "Damn!" He slapped the steering and sped away. 'Don't waver. You're doing this for Kyle, man.' Upon reaching the entrance of the deserted place sent by the anonymous sender, Brandon hesitated once more. He surveyed his surroundings—a drab and enigmatic environment, an ideal covert spot for illicit transactions. Nails, bricks, and remnants of construction materials littered the area, adding to the eerie ambiance.

I was so insistent on holding onto what has never belonged to me. When I came around once more, the narrow road behind me was already filled with traffic. I had no time to lose. I took a deep breath and knelt in front of Francis. "Francis, it's all my fault, but my father is innocent. Can you please clear a path and send him to the hospital?" I prostrated myself and bowed to the ground in front of him, baffling the other surrounding drivers. "My father has lost consciousness due to a cerebral hemorrhage. His life is at stake! I'm begging you, only you have such powers!"

Emily The road stretches out in front of me like it has no end. A long, winding dirt path cuts through the trees, so narrow I wonder more than once if I’ve taken a wrong turn. My hands tighten on the steering wheel as another branch scrapes against the side of the car, loud and sudden like a warning. I press forward anyway. The silence out here is strange. Not peaceful just…still. Too still.

While clinging to the last bit of my strength, I stood up, grabbed the divorce agreement from my handbag, and threw it at Jake’s face. “I’m divorcing you, Jake!” Then, right before Jake’s disbelieving gaze, I stumbled toward the door, but soon after I started walking, my vision turned black entirely, and I fell forward again. Right before I lost consciousness, I heard shouting. “Mrs. Green is bleeding!” “Call the ambulance!” “Luna!”

"You like acting like a crazy b*tch, huh? I'll show you how it's done!" As Roanna screamed in pain, Scott arrived at the scene. "So you brought this crazy woman here, huh? What part of 'Wendy needs peace and quiet' don't you understand?!" Not wasting another word, Scott clasped his hand over Roanna's mouth and dragged her out by the throat. As peace returned to the courtyard, I didn't even have the energy to think what they were talking about outside. Nervous, Mary said, "He's found us, so we have to go. I checked the forecast, and there might be a thunderstorm tonight, too…"

I glanced at him, but his face was a mask of stone, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. The car slowed as we reached a secluded part of the city, pulling onto a narrow side road swallowed by emptiness. I heard my heard pound as we drove further into the side road. He cut the engine, leaving us in silence, no voices, the quiet hum of the cooling engine and my heart hammering in my chest. I wanted to say something — anything — to cut through the silence, to reach whatever part of Alex that was still human beneath the fury that had taken over back there.