Book Redemption Road Novels & Stories

The high desert of Oregon wasn't a place, it was an atmosphere. A vast, silent exhale of sagebrush, juniper, and sky the color of a faded bruise. County Road 42 was a scratch in the earth, flanked by barbed wire and cattle guards. The Rockhound's Claim was less a store and more of a settlement: a leaning clapboard building, a scatter of rusted mining equipment, and a half-dozen aluminum trailers baking under the relentless sun. A hand-painted sign, blistered by UV, read: "Gems. Supplies. Truth."

I’d locked it before he closed it, not that it mattered… no one would steal a piece of crap car like mine and I kept nothing of value in it. The wind had picked up since I left the restaurant, and I pulled my coat further around me as we walked down the street. “I’m Danielle, by the way. Um, Dani, actually.” “Booker.” “Nice to meet you, Mr. Booker.” “Just Booker.” “Oh. Okay.” He smiled. “You mentioned your club’s yard.” I frowned. “What kind of yard?” “This location’s our wreck ’n’ tow yard. Got other businesses in other locations,” he said vaguely. “Anything with an engine, we can tow, fix or build.”

Then, with eyes full of love, he promised, "But it does not matter. No matter what you become, I will like you." Joanna said nothing. She handed the cake to me again. I did not refuse. I took the plate, scooped up a big bite, and put it into my mouth. It was sweet. Much better than the medicine I had been drinking these past two days. "We came here to go through the wedding process with you. This is the wedding Jo and I are having seven years late. We both value it very much. Nothing can go wrong." I accepted the thick stack of schedule papers Adrian handed me.

And somewhere far ahead— deep within the darkness— something answered. A light. Tiny. Distant. Faint. But unmistakably real. The entire crew froze. The light flickered once. Then again. Not Mira's lantern. Not the Wayfinder. Something else. Something farther down the forgotten road. The darkness held its breath. The travelers stood together at the bow. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. And for the first time in centuries— the road to Lumora answered back. End of Book One ✨ To Be Continued in Book Two: The City Beyond the Broken Road

Derek was in a moment of rage while every other person was in bewilderment. They might think I’m crazy and truly, I am. I’m Lucas Anderson, the one crazy hell of a man. Author's Note: Daddy Lucas is a big deal to me! If you're interested in reading about Sebastian, Henry, and Derek's story, here's the list. Sebastian Drew: The CEO's Secret Henry Salvatore: The CEO's Seduction Derek Miller: The CEO's unwanted bride (We can also call it the conquer of the King of Playboys: it's my favorite book after this one)

Rubbing her brow, she said wearily, "You should head out first." "But, Ms. Thorne—" "I said go!" she snapped, her patience worn thin. Maxwell pressed his lips together. Despite his reluctance, he forced himself to step out. After he left, Beatrice went back to her desk. Looking at the error-filled report, a wave of memories washed over her. Seven years ago, I had also been a rookie starting from scratch. I had neither experience nor an outstanding academic background. Surrounded by applicants far more qualified than I was, I barely stood out at all. Yet somehow, I was the only one who made it through the probation period.

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I interrupted him immediately and after some minutes of silence he nodded positively and started heading outside and immediately I followed him from behind. As the carriage rattled away from the forest, my heart was heavy with despair because deep down I knew that my journey into the heart of Alpha King Darian's castle would be fraught with danger and uncertainty. I could only hope that one day, I would find a way to escape the clutches of my cruel fate and return to the moonlit glens that had always held the secrets of my soul. Little did I know that the journey was just beginning, and that the moon itself held the key to my redemption.

Closing my eyes as a tear rolled down my cheek, remembering the name of our tale, the name that old woman gave to our journey… Unsavory Redemption. Closing my eyes, I shut my eyes and spent the rest of my night in his arms, finding my solace in his vicinity unwillingly. The next day, my heart stopped as dread built inside me. Ryan held my hands and gave them an assuring squeeze as I looked at him and passed him a faint smile. We went to the cemetery and my heart got heavy and heavy. I shivered violently when we reached her grave. A sad smile formed on my lips as I put the bouquet of white roses; her favorite over her grave.

It was as if it had just been through a disaster. My phone buzzed with a text from my father. "Nicole, I've booked you the presidential suite at a five-star hotel. The passcode is your birthday. Get some proper rest tonight." Then, the screen lit up again. This time, I'd gotten a message from an unfamiliar number. "Nicole, I'm sorry, truly. Please come back. Let's start over. I can't live without you." Based on the contents, I had no doubt that the sender was Ethan.