Bridge To Terabithia Two Novels & Stories

Special Chapter: Bridge to Second Book Part 1 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ NOTE: If you have purchased "Bridge to Second Book" from The Bad Nerd Boy, feel free to skip this one. Also, the Second Season / Book of The Bad Nerd Boy called "The Bad Nerd Boy 2: SUMMERTIME" is already published here in GoodNovel, make sure you have it stored in your library! There will be five chapters in between the last chapter of the first book (Chapter Seventy) and the start of the second book. These aforementioned chapters will be posted here. Thank you so much for your love and support for TBNB Series! It means a great deal to me! ^^

But he was finding a way to carry the weight. On the second day, they encountered their first major thinning. It wasn't a small patch of earth. It was a bridge. Or what was left of one. It had once been a stone arch over a rushing river, a testament to old craftsmanship. Now, the middle section was simply gone. Not collapsed into the water, but absent, replaced by that same silent, grey nothingness. The river itself seemed to hesitate, its water flowing into the void on one side and reappearing on the other, its joyful roar muted into a confused whisper.

Testing her. She sputtered. Looking at Quandary. “Did you do that?” Nope. Just had Timus doing it. She looked up to the tower, but Sebastian had already wrapped it in magic. Making it appear empty. As though she was getting a magical moment to sneak out. Elsabet hesitantly set her foot on the bridge. Staring out with an astonished look. Beyond the arched gateway was the long bridge and then dancing green grass over an endless meadow of wildflowers and spring life.

Their pace slows down but Sebastian's only increases. Then to my immense annoyance, I see the moss bed fade away to give a glimpse of the solid earth and still four wolves hot on our heels. Then suddenly my heart leaps to my throat. I see the earth way below, almost a speck as the chains holding the bridge clink together with Sebastian's running. The never ending bridge comes to an end and Sebastian all but drops me on my behind. I glare at him, but its short lived as I catch sight of the wolves, following us.

The sentence kept returning to me softly like a hand resting on the center of my back. The baby is yours. The baby is ours. The baby is not Kieran’s key. Each version entered me differently. The first as relief. The second as wonder. The third as survival. By late afternoon, Daniel had moved the repaired bridge from the shelf to the dining tablenwhere he declared it needed “a commemorative upgrade.” He wanted to add a fourth tiny figure inside the circle beneath the bridge. Not a dot this time. A person. “A small person,” he clarified, with the seriousness of an artist explaining scale.

ISLA'S POV I stared at the imposing glass tower of the Blackthorne Group, my stomach twisting into knots. The morning sun glinted off the building like a mocking smile, reminding me exactly where I stood—far below the people inside. Swallowing my pride tasted like ash. Yesterday, after the disaster at the restaurant, I’d gone home ready to burn every bridge. But reality hit harder than Dare’s cruel words. Mum’s health had worsened overnight, and I'm broke. Mom's business hasn't been going smoothly, recently.

LUCIEN AFOLAYAN The exact microsecond Bianca's throat releases that loud, annoying scream, Tobin steps out of the shadow of the excavator cabin and deploys a sharp, bone-crushing kick straight into the boy's lower back. The physical force launches Bianca completely out of his mechanical wheelchair, his body tumbling across the gravel until his frame lies perfectly still on the dirt. Tobin withdraws his leg with a slow, deliberate movement, stepping back to wheel my massive frame directly in front of the terrified, shaking figures of Helena and Cedric, who both promptly drop their heads to the earth, shivered to the bone and completely unable to look up at my face.

Theron was somewhere below, bleeding, his mark dimming. Then a voice whispered in her ear. > “You are the bridge. And bridges burn.” She woke with a gasp, drenched in sweat, her skin glowing faintly. Theron was already awake, staring at the moon. “We don’t have much time,” he said. And she believed him. --- In the days that followed, the breaches multiplied. Spots of unreality tore through the woods—floating orbs of black and violet that whispered to those who came near. One scout disappeared after touching a rift; another returned days later… altered, her eyes milky and her voice layered with echoes.

That was regret. "Mr. Clark, what are you looking at?" Callie's small voice cut through my thoughts. She had tiptoed over from her seat and was standing on her toes, trying to see my phone. I reached out and ruffled her hair. Her pigtails bounced. "Nothing important," I said. "How's your bridge coming along?" "Almost done!" She held up her wooden bridge. It was crooked. The sides didn't match. The glue had left white streaks on the wood. But her face was so proud, so happy, that the bridge looked beautiful anyway.

Words weren't enough to express how beautiful it was. “Wow!” she couldn't help but say. Then her body started to relax, and her mind followed. “Right, we should keep going and reach the end of this bridge,” Tyeron softly said to her as they started moving. “Oh my! I'm no longer afraid!” she said excitedly, and she noticed her heart was calm, and her knees were no longer shaking. “That's great! Good girl,” Tyeron compliments. Which pleases her.