Along The Ride Novels & Stories

Caelum helped me inside the car, and in no time, we're moving towards the mountaintop where the Palazzo is. I closed my eyes for the rest of the ride, feeling a bit nervous as the Rover ascended the mountain up a zig-zaggy road. I'm not sure if I'm thankful that it's dark out and I can't see if we're near the edge, or that it's worse. "Don't ya worry, Princess. I'll get us safely to ter top! I know this place like the back ' mah hands," the driver said, probably seeing me close my eyes whenever the ride got a little bumpy.

What a combination! "Then RIDE IT, baby." I wish and she nods. She sits on me and takes my whole length inside her. I am ready to get her ride now...

Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 15: Impressions . "Ah, this one should be simple enough for even Blake to ride." Ryder pointed to a low rising slide ahead of them. He was right, the ride had no huge drops or any turns, it was just a one way slide with a few dips here and there. Looking at it more closely, the ride was actually meant to be for racing against others. There were several people going down at once, trying to beat their friends. And to make this even better, the ride had eight slides, a perfect amount to accompany their group of seven.

Just wait and see. I hear Ace say beside me “ Damn if I were only twenty years younger.” I see he is glaring at Speed’s ass. I shake my head and laugh, “ She would give you a run for your money.” “ True but I have a feeling it would be worth every second of it.” He has no idea how right he is. Axel gives us the signal and we are off. Axel and Rowdy ride on either side of Merigold. The rest of us ride behind. It wasn’t planned but we have Speed and Marco’s in the middle of us.

Everyone said their good mornings and gathered around to hear the day's itinerary. Kimberly rallied and arrived just in time to join the meeting. She had the help of some pain killers to dull the hangover's headache. She sipped at a water bottle. Vivian smiled at the group. "Today's ride is a half and half. The morning half is like yesterday's ride without the villages. Very flat and scenic." She looked over at Kimberly who was still a little pale, or rather, more pale than usual. "An easy roll," she smiled and Kimberly returned it thankfully.

*River* The sun hangs low in the sky, its warm glow filtering through the canopy of trees that line our path. Aloria walks beside me, her vibrant presence illuminating the trail like the sun itself. I can feel the excitement radiating off her, the thrill of returning to our pack swirling around us like the gentle breeze rustling the leaves. But beneath that excitement lies a shared melancholy, a bittersweet reminder of the family we leave behind, if only for a little while.

The plane ride seems to be taking forever, this is the part I always hate about flying. It seems to take forever to get where you are going and the turbulence is a pain in the ass.Look at Mom and Nigel and they are fine just reading and listening to music while I sit here going nuts to get off this plane.I knew there was only a little while longer and I would be off this plane then will be on a ship.I close my eyes and reach out to my cat to see how she is feeling about flying.

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

“Hold the fort while I’m gone.” Elias nodded, the teasing momentarily fading. “Safe travels, Alpha.” With that, we mounted our horses, the leather saddles creaking beneath us as the animals shifted beneath our weight. The cold wind bit at my face as I took the reins, guiding my stallion toward the open path leading north.

in bed. An hour later the city gave way to dusty two-lane roads lined with scrub brush. A hand-painted sign on the side of the highway caught my eye: RIVERBEND BIKE RALLY – 2 MILES. Music thumped in the distance, deep bass and the roar of engines. I almost kept driving. But something in my chest flipped,a reckless little spark I hadn’t felt in years. I turned.