Book Redemption Road Novels & Stories

The driver pulls over, his eyes widening as he takes in my appearance. "You okay, miss?" he asks hesitantly. "Never been better" I say, throwing my suitcase in the back and sliding into the seat. I look back at the house one last time. Damian is on his knees next to his ruined car. "Where to?" the driver asks as soon as I close the door. I swallow the lump in my throat. My hands are still shaking. "The airport," I whisper. The house disappears behind me as the car pulls away, along with the shattered remains of Damian's precious car.

Wright Junior replied smiling. "Well, tell him to email me." "It is done sir." He replied. Junior fixed his eyes on the book shelf that stood behind Mr. Cosgrove "I can see you still love reading." Wright Junior pointed out, not taking his eyes off the shelf. "I never stopped loving it" He replied as Junior kept his glass on the stool beside his chair and walked over to the book shelf. "Wow, you still have my dad's book on your shelf." Junior said while he drew out a book from the shelf titled 'ROAD TO ONE written by Andrew Wright.'

“Psst! Enough. You’re making me embarrassed. I’m just curious about it, okay? It’s popular, so I bought it. But I didn’t know it had so many bed scenes. If I had known, I wouldn’t have bought it.” “You don’t need to explain. It’s normal,” Katleya said, still chuckling. “No, it’s not. But since I’ve already started it, I might as well finish it,” Red said, clearly lying. The truth was, it was one of his favorite books. Beyond its genre, it offered lessons on the strength of friendship. “What book in the series are you on?” Katleya asked. “Six. Miguel Montevista,” Red replied, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

Maybe I could make sure it never consumed me—or anyone else—again. Edward found me still awake by dawn, the book open across my knees. “You didn’t sleep again,” he said quietly, rubbing his eyes. I looked up at him, guilt pricking my chest. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop reading.” He sat beside me, brushing his fingers over the brittle pages. “What is this?” “Mara gave it to me. It’s about the old bloodlines—the Flameborn, the Shadewalkers. I think it explains what happened to us.”

They grabbed my bags and loaded them in the Tahoe. I took the cigarettes out of my purse and threw them in the trash. Then I walked around the motel room to make sure we didn't leave anything behind. While Brodie and Deck had a deep discussion by the car. When Deck folded himself into my car I came out and waved bye then climbed in the Tahoe. I had no idea where we were going because Brodie had not mentioned anything besides saying check out was eleven-thirty and we needed to be out by then.

Sorry about a double POV in one chapter. I had to write about Valentine, and it is too short to be considered another chapter of its own. Dante As I sat in the passenger seat of my SUV, my thoughts drifted to Anna's elusive friend, Debbie. Hoping to gain some valuable information from her, I couldn't help but feel frustrated by Anna's reluctance to share anything with us. The urge to hear Anna's voice was overwhelming, prompting me to call her home phone. Martha, the ever-reliable housekeeper, answered the call and I wasted no time in requesting to speak with Anna.

It didn't look like a bedroom at all. On the table was a huge pile of books. I had put in a lot of effort to stay at the top of my class because it was only then that I would be able to speak to him. Therefore, I thought that if I just tried harder, Dad would like me. Now, I understood that it was all just wishful thinking. Dad just glanced at the desk before opening the drawer. There was a box with a password lock inside. I became nervous. The box contained my diary, which, in turn, contained secrets that Dad should never see.

“Our ride is here. Where do you think you are going?” ‘Where do you think you are going’ is the exact question I asked myself the moment I realized I was meant to ride in the second car with Stella. I cower in shame as I make my way over to her. And I hope Christopher didn’t see this foolishness unfold. Who knows what he would think of me? A desperado is the last impression I ever want to imprint of me, in his head. “You don’t ride in the CEO’s car without an invitation from him. I hope you understand that?” Stella tells me with seriousness written all over her face and I make a mental note to never make that kind of mistake again.

“Do I even want to know?” “Of course you should, the bet is literarily about you.” “It is?” “Yes, you just cost me my new Audi Q8 RS, I literarily just bought that car”. “Well you should order a new one, seeing as this is now mine, I'll have fun driving it to work on Monday” “Fine, I'll bite, what is the bet about?” Luciano is the one who answers “we bet that you would take one look at Valerie and claim her and he bet otherwise, that was really stupid”.

"Yes, Carol. Thank you." Carol waved her hand dismissively. "We're neighbors. You've had a rough couple of months. Your Raymond was never any good. I even warned you about him back then. Anyone could see that Victoria was trouble. You wouldn't believe it, and now, look..." Carol continued chattering. Her rough hand offered a small trace of comfort to my cold heart. Following Carol, I arrived at a bustling marketplace. Her niece, Lily Lewis, was renting a small shop that sold fashionable clothes.