Along For The Ride Novel Novels & Stories

Though we had survived the lone wolf’s attack, the air here felt heavy, as if the very ground were waiting for us to lower our guard. I lifted Novel in a bridal carry, her weight familiar yet terrifyingly limp in my arms. Outside the tent, my men were already a blur of motion, packing crates and tightening cinches. I caught several of them stealing glances at Novel, their eyes wide with unspoken questions about her unconscious state. The carriage was a jagged skeleton of wood and velvet, shredded during the attack. With no other choice, I decided she would ride with me. My knuckles cracked as I clenched my fists at the thought of our destination. The Land of Illusion. What fate awaited us th

"Let's start with the first letter of the alphabet and you tell me a book you've read that starts with that letter." "Ooh, that sounds like fun!" "A?" "Afterlives." "B?" "Black Beauty." Lexi stopped. "Whoa, what's that?" Ahead of them, the dusty road stretched out to the left and right. On the far side, two monorail tracks popped up over the ridge of the road. "That would be the road." Jack turned south. "Come on," he said over his shoulder. "Do you have a thing that will ride the monorail?"

Kays laughs, and I settle comfortably against his chest and begin my story: “Evening fatigue settles on the shoulders like an unbearable weight. Gently swaying, and unpleasantly jolting over potholes, the passengers in the overcrowded minibus sat in gloomy silence, counting the stops until theirs…” _________ Thank you to everyone who read my book. I’m truly grateful to you all. If you enjoyed this story, please join me in reading the second book set in this world. It’s Fisa’s story and is titled When Fate Changes Plans.

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

Feeling the last of my energy drain from me, I laid my head on the headrest and watched as endless cars seemed to mark each passing miles towards the first stop on this crazy, hopefully successful, journey. End of Book 1

Harlow The next morning was a big day for a couple of reasons. One: We would be getting on the road and driving to Mexico to pick up what we could only guess was illegal cargo. Two: We would know sometime that day if Brat made it through her first shift. If she survived, she'd be a Blood Dog for life. Before we got started, I rode my bike to Brat's little house to say goodbye. Goldie's bike was parked out front. She'd kept watch of Brat through the night. Stitch drove up behind me with his medical bag.