Novel & Cerita Back Roads Novel

I tightened my embrace around his waist even more, feeling his warmth and the steady rhythm of his breathing behind that broad back. The motorcycle wheels turned slower after a fairly long journey. Reid chose to turn, taking us far away from the arrogant skyscraper shadows. A simple seafood restaurant by the beach welcomed our arrival. The tranquility in this place felt so contrasting, as if cutting off the boundary line from the exhausting noise of Meridian city.

I hadn’t passed a house or a gas station in a while. I was just driving thirty miles an hour down a dirt road going nowhere. There were fields around me with cows and goats surrounded by fences, but any human life must have been tucked beyond the hills that hide the horizon from me. All I could see was trees and fields and cows. My arm starts burning all of a sudden, and I sigh and brake the car. I put it in reverse, and slowly backed up on the road.

My breath fogged in the cold air of my room, and I swore I saw shadows curling beneath the door before they vanished. I didn’t sleep after that. Instead, I rose before dawn and headed out toward the Bonewood. It wasn’t part of our usual territory—not claimed, not watched. The Bonewood was ancient, wild, a place even rogues avoided. Some said it was cursed. Others said it was the place where the curse had started. I didn’t tell Mara where I was going. I couldn’t. She’d try to stop me. Silas might’ve too. But I needed answers. And the dreams were pulling me here.

he said softly. The road stretched before them, darkening as the city behind them faded. Verona’s familiar streets, its laughter, its chaos, and its peace, slipped away into memory. Ahead lay the dense shadows, the storms, and the chaos of Ashwood. But for now, in that fleeting dawn, they drove together—an uneasy trinity bound by loyalty, love, and the burdens of destiny. The G-Wagon roared in tandem down the winding road, leaving behind the sun-drenched city that had offered them fleeting sanctuary. And as the trees of Ashwood crept closer on the horizon, a sense of grim anticipation settled over them.

I held the bag in the air, “I want the North End of the city.” North End has always been the territory controlled by the Russo family; it’s their headquarters. I knew he wouldn’t agree. He was never reckless enough to sacrifice his family’s reputation and wealth to make it up to an old flame he had. Unexpectedly, his reply, solid and certain, came back to me like a blow to the gut. “Sure. North End is yours.”

Or read all the books in the romance section of the local library! "I'm sorry! I haven't stolen anything! I don't do drugs! I haven't even seen any type of drugs before... Well, I have, you know, Ibuprofen, Paracetamol, Advil, Lo— Well that's not the point! The point is, I don't deserve to die! I'm so young and growing..." Charlie keeps rambling on in a high-pitched voice. The mysterious man scrunches up his brows as an amused look crosses his eyes. Charlie would've noticed this if she wasn't staring at his big hands that clutch two duffle bags in a tight grip.

Crumbling houses and businesses stood in what might’ve once been rows jutting out from the bases of the taller buildings. Adam didn’t let go of her hand. Whether he could tell she was exhausted and needed his coaxing or saw the fear welling up behind her eyes, it didn’t matter. His fingers wrapped around hers were a comfort and the only thing that kept her moving out of the cover of the trees into the open. If there were scavengers here now, their party of four would make a great target as they made their way through high grass, sparse trees, the same sort of tangled vines that had claimed the tall buildings, and uneven ground that eventually turned from mostly grass and rocks to chunks of a

“The roads used to lead to sanctuaries.” The lines spread outward. Through Wolf Ridge. Past houses. Past trees. No walls. No doors. No central destination. Evander stared. “They don’t anymore.” Claire looked at Mason. “Where do they lead?” Bramble stepped onto one. His green markings brightened. The silver road answered. Images flashed across its surface. A farmhouse. A city street. A river. A mountain. A tiny cabin. A marketplace. Places. Ordinary places. Theo gasped.

he said impatiently. Soon, they arrived back at the Linnus residence. As soon as he got out of the car, Dad stormed into the living room angrily. When he saw Aunt Caroline kneeling on the ground and crying uncontrollably, he stopped abruptly. In front of her lay my body, so rotted that it was almost unrecognizable.

Nova I sat on the bench outside my room with my collection of drinks to stick in the little refrigerator inside my room lying beside me and lit another cigarette. I was a complete mess. I wanted to call and make sure Brodie was looking out for my family, but I didn't want to listen to my family try to talk me into coming back home. This was Brodie, though, so I knew he would make sure they were safe.