Along With The Ride Novels & Stories

I always ride it when there's a mass market in Glendale, this time it's bigger. "Oh, I forgot," he said. "Princess's tradition, first on the horse, before the fun." He took her there. After buying the ticket I sat on the white horse, while Adrian on the black horse beside me. Merry Go Round's signature music began to sound. The lights are flashing, the ride is moving slowly. Suddenly Adrian grabbed my palm. "Let's not fall." Let it not fall? This ride is slow moving! It seems like he always wants to hold my hand. Adrian, sometimes he can be a sweet guy.

At the same time, I thought. "I would like to invite you to ride again tomorrow. If it's okay for you." "Ride? Are you sure about that?" "Yes, I want to ride with you. Why you don't want me to join you?" "Just the two of us?" "Yes, it's just the two of us. I also have a motorbike here so I'll ride with you." "Looks like I like that. Yeah there's no problem with me" "How I'll just pass you there tomorrow, what time?"

After we tried the Viking, there were still so many more rides that we also tried just like The Tunnel of Love, The Whip, The Wipeout, The Scrambler, and Ferris Wheel that we rode last. I just scream and laugh out loud throughout the whole ride while Franco does not let go of my hand. He also just kept taking our photos and videos while happily watching me. Franco never really let me ride the rides alone. He did not even hesitate, especially when I told him that I would like to try the Bee Ride. I told him that he did not have to accompany me there anymore but he still insisted even though he would look like a stupid man for riding there with me. I really have so much fun as I try each ride

Alex entwined his hands with mine as he tugged forward with a smile matching mine and one thing I was blushing hard. The first ride I pointed out was a roller coaster ride.

Rio, fueled by anticipation, eagerly tugged Ryan along, their footsteps resonating on the concrete pathways. Approaching the roller coaster, Robert bounded into the line, turning to Ryan with pleading eyes. "Come on, Ryan, you've got to ride it with me! Please?" Ryan hesitated, torn between Robert's expectant gaze and the formidable ride before him. After a brief moment, he nodded and mustered his resolve. "Alright, Robert, let's give it a shot. Just for you."

The wait was worth it. "Hey baby, we're going on a club bike ride this Friday. We'll be gone the weekend. Jade and Paula have to ride in a cage (car) since they're both pregnant. You riding with them or with me?" Axel asked. "I think I'll try riding with you. But if it's a very long ride, I may switch and ride with the girls." Jess replied. "Ok baby whatever you want." Axel agreed. "We'll ride down Friday and we'll be staying overnight and visiting a club so pack a bag."

And, I forced myself to remain in said seat as the ride began to move. Since we were one of the last ones on the ride, we got lucky enough to not get stuck at the top before it began. This was good. When the ride was moving, I wasn't as scared. In fact, Alec's enthusiasm for the ride was as contagious as it was kind of obnoxious, but I couldn't ignore that I liked watching him smile. I also liked being seated so close to him, and although the breeze was making me feel cold, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, he was sitting so close to me.

"Wanna ride with me?" He shook his head. "Nah, a ride on my bike sounds good tonight." "Let's go," Cruz replied, and they were hot on my heels. I felt lucky that I had the pack. But then again, packs were always protective of one another. But Cruz was right. No one should leave the Compound alone, not unless they had a death wish. Not with Nighshade lurking about.

He then leaned in to whisper something to the teenage ride operator. Ruby seated her four foot tall teddy in the seat next to her as roth slid in beside her. Once they were secured, the ride jerked upward with a squeal. If Ruby hadn't grown up around old crankily rides she may have been concerned about the maintenance of this particular one.

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.