Along The Ride Novels & Stories

They both ran off in the direction of the horse ride that would be starting in a few seconds. They got in on time panting like they had just completed a marathon. The ride began at once, slowly and steadily until they were moving at a crazy speed. Sara locked her Hand in Adrian as she tried to control your fear that was sizzling through her. "Eii, you should calm a bit. It's just a ride!" Adrian said, giving her an assuring look. She smiled at him, nodding her head in agreement.

Whish, swoosh, whish, swoosh, whish, swoosh. Jack Sutton lost himself in the rhythmic sound of the churning wheels of his bike as he rounded the final bend of an eight mile morning ride. He was with his cousin, Chad, who was more like a brother to him than a cousin, and their best friend, Andrew. The three met once or twice a month to ride through the picturesque neighborhood next to the Long Island Sound where Jack’s home was located.

it remained hard and cold until she started fidgeting. "Quit trying" I deadpanned, then pulled on my belt and stepped on the face. The rest of the ride was filled with Les's labored breathing and the loud rumble of the engine as we drove down the streets of Los Angeles. We arrived at the Catt complex and mounted the car. Britt was by my side in the flash.

Rafaya explained and we all nodded in understanding. We all four stood before the pack, with a final courtesy and farewell, we were led out of the castle gate, now our journey has officially begun. ~~~~~ The ride towards the east was relatively quiet, everyone rode their horses in calmness, no one made a sound. I took the lead with the map in my hands, directing our path. We have been riding for hours nonstop, through the woods, only the chirping of the birds could be heard and the wind dancing around our hairs.

The cattle responded, their movements aligning with her commands, a true testament to their growing partnership. Mile after mile, they forged ahead, the rhythmic cadence of their progress punctuated by the occasional lowing of the cattle. The sun climbed higher, casting its golden glow upon the surrounding landscape, and a sense of accomplishment welled within them as they made decent time. The ranch lay just within sight, a beacon of community and camaraderie, promising celebration and hard-earned rest.

Fate had factual plans for them and for the sake of it, their paths will always cross, again and again until their stars combine. "Okay let me give you a ride to the school!" He offered his helmet to Alizah by saying so and she laughed at it. "Are you crazy? Can't you see, school is just five feet apart from where we're outstanding? you really think I would like to sit on your bike for this Crazy short distance?" "Oh! so you want to sit on my bike for a long-distance ride? Well, that's alright with me as well! Whenever you are free, sweetheart!"

The ride was exhilarating; the near hyperthermic cold air emasculating. They were on a trail of some kind, she knew, because she could see tracks in the snow; horses and snowmobiles or quads, as well. When they seemed to reach the top and ready to go down the other side, Mitch turned left, and they rode along the ridge. Ronnie looked left and then right in search of the perfect tree. There were small clusters of trees and then some lone ones. She could see right away why they were still there.

It's not a combination I'm accustomed to. We're heading to Payson early on a Sunday morning and the road is mostly empty. Sofia's arms locked tightly around my waist make the ride sweeter. It's been a long time since I've ridden with a babe on the back. It wasn't something Savannah cared for. I gain speed and enjoy the wind against my face and the roar of the engine. I allow my thoughts to settle on the club. There's nothing like working out problems while flying free.

Just the road, the machines, and the fire inside my chest. We moved in formation… the Hellfire crest shining on our backs. Each of us knew this could be it. The ride you don’t come back from. By the time we reached the ridge overlooking the steel mill, I could see the glow of the floodlights below. Bikes lined the gates. Cobras. A lot of them. “They’re waiting for us,” Duke said, pulling up beside me. “They should’ve brought more,” I said. Old Pete grinned. “You got that crazy look again, kid.”

I open my mouth to retort but he shushes me. “We’re heading west for a few miles. If we go north right away, we’ll hit the Border Wall. Now shush. We've had a long ride, and you’re giving me a headache.” We ride throughout the night. The steady sound of the hooves and the low murmur of conversation from the Wolves behind us adds a soft lull to the crisp air.