Along The Ride Book Novels & Stories

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P.S: Hi dear readers, just in case you were feeling uncomfortable that there will be sexual relations between minors depicted in this book, I'll like to assure you that it wouldn't happen and no detail of the said “activity" will be in this work. Thanks for your continued support. TILDA I was on my bike, riding to George's house. I had a lot on my mind. A lot of fears and uncertainties.

I was relieved, and slightly surpirsed that Jacopo didn't put up a fight when I asked him if I could tag along, and dang it I was happy I decided to push my limits just a little bit. Jacopo had his eyes focused on the road, and after a while of taking everything in, including the new sense of bravery I mustered out of me, I ended up opening the book again and started reading from the beautiful dedication. The ride went on for about thirty minutes, and I was engrossed in the book that I didn't realize we had arrived at Jacopo's destination. "Come on. Let's go in together, and we'll go for a longer drive once I'm done with work." He commented as he took his seat belt of. "How about that?" He a

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

I turned the key, and the machine rumbled to life, already filling me with adrenaline. The vibration under me calmed down some of the chaos in my head, especially Liliana's lips. "Try not to crash thinking about your little distraction," Landen shouted over the roar of his own bike. "Shut up!" I yelled, revving mine harder. We zoomed out of the pack house, leaving dust particles flying in the air in our wake, and through the street, straight into the woods. The southern border wasn't far, but the ride was enough to remind me who I was-an Alpha, a Ravager, not some love-drunk fool.

The night was dead silent. The moon could be heard whispering a few words of encouragement. The thunder thudded and the raindrops fell on each one of us — only ten chosen, but all joined the war. With every raindrop that hit the leaf, my fear withered like sand dissolved. Rage turned his bike light on, finally giving us a view of the rough road we were all about to ride on. The rest followed, and my hands shook as I was the last. Rage lifted his two fingers and pointed forward, and the bike noises were endless — all of them in high speed, some carrying two, some only one, but Rage’s engine roared.

I slip into a random empty paired seat and sink into the window seat, trying to push William Ravenstone out of my head. Bibah pushes our luggage into the compartment made for them under the seats, then sits next to me with a sigh. She takes off her bucket hat as she gets comfortable, loosening the end of her scarf and then bringing out a shiny new book and a bottle of water from her tote bag. I glimpse the title of the book; Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The bus continues to fill up steadily, with students seating themselves next to their mates or their friends.

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

Angel stared at Monique with her cute and chubby face, along with her sparkly eyes. Monique let out a sigh as she was not in the mood and said, "Alright, only one okay?" Angel nodded as her pretty face now revealed a smile that would spellbind anyone who saw it. Monique could not help but smile as she picked up the picture book on the bed and started reading it. It was the story of 'The Wolf and The Seven Little Goats.’ Angel seemed to take a liking to this book. The last time, Henry took the initiative to read Angel a picture book. Initially, Henry was out of character when he was reading it. Later, when Monique took over, Henry took up the role of the big bad wolf.

"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?"