Highway To Heaven A Special Love Novels & Stories

~This book is based on the same theme of unrequited love, but with the different sort of love-triangle. Written with feelings and passion, so hold your seats pals, it might give you Tachycardia if you ever had serious one-sided love for anyone lol. *throws dark chocolate to all my readers* <<< This book is dedicated to those who think they will never be loved by anyone their whole lives >>> Here you go! 1| Half Hope, Half Love __________

As they rode out through the city gate, Adrian glanced back once and again down the road behind him, his hand grasping Elara's. "We're not the same as we once were," he told her. "No," she told him. "We're better." They rode side by side into the morning light, back down the road to the village, back to where healing had started—not for Adrian, but for both of them. And in the quiet wind that trailed behind them down the road, the world came to mind with a simple truth to believe: Love, once it is genuinely and freely decided upon, is the greatest medicine of all.

L.A. LANDING Zayn finally slowed the car after what felt like an eternity of speeding through the dark. The tires crunched over gravel as he pulled off the road into a clearing sheltered by tall eucalyptus trees. The engine ticked as it cooled, the air thick with the smell of burnt rubber and dust. For a moment, no one moved. The silence was deafening, broken only by Savannah’s ragged breathing. Then Javyn gently eased her back so he could see her face. Tears streaked her cheeks, her eyes wide and glassy. He brushed a trembling thumb across her skin, whispering, “It’s over. For now, it’s over.”

Elijah turned up the radio and I heard that the song "Life is a Highway." by Rascal Flatts would be blasting throught the speakers as soon as this stupid song, whatever it was, was done. I knew why she had screamed, I loved this song! "Everybody shh. I need to hear this." I told them rude and demanding. "Seriously. Love when. She. Takes. Charge." Elijah said through his jaw clenched and I couldn't help but laugh nervousily. "SHUT UP." Bekah yelled when the song started playing. We sang along happily.

The next song is a welcome relief, though also highly ironic, considering our return to Clifton Heights. AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell.” But I let it play on. Because honestly? Compared to what we’re leaving behind in Tahawus, I’ll take the hell I know any day of the week. Because suddenly it doesn’t seem so bad at all. THE END

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

A minibar stocked with things I didn’t dare touch. I leaned against Zane, his arm a loose cage around me. Outside, the land was dry and red, spotted with scrubby trees and occasional streams. The sun bore down with no mercy. “Where are we?” I asked without looking away from the window. “Colorado,” he said. I turned. My raised brows asked for more. He chuckled, unlocked his phone, and pulled me closer. “Here. Look.” His chin rested on my shoulder as he opened the map, fingers pinching and sliding. “We’re here. Home’s here. By car, you’d take this highway, then this one—”

I asked how we would carry the futuristic human tube in front of us. "I will deliver it to Baguio using the association's helicopter. Call your pilot before it gets dark. It will arrive at your association right away. We can't deliver it through a van," Krista told us. I just nodded to them. When the futuristic human tube is driven by a truck, the police and enforcers can't see its driver and conductor on the highway because the truck is no longer registered, and its document has expired. This is what Krista mentioned to us before she told us about the futuristic human tube that we can get for free from her.

Sasha sat quietly beside Chris’s hospital bed, her heart heavy as she looked at his unconscious form. She held his hand gently, her fingers tracing the back of his hand like they used to when they were kids. “I can’t wait for you to wake up,” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the silent room. “You wouldn’t believe the mess I’ve gotten myself into. I’m... I’m in love with the devil.” She let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Not literally, but it feels that way.”

By then, the plane probably would've left this airspace. "Okay," she replied. "See you later, then. I love you, Elle." After hanging up, Noelle saw Jessica pout in dissatisfaction. Meanwhile, Shawn leaned down to kiss her, seemingly appeasing her. The driver said, "You haven't paid for the ride, miss." Noelle retracted her gaze and transferred all the money she had in her account to him. He was startled seeing the amount. "You've made a mistake, miss. It's 130 dollars, not 13 thousand dollars! I'll transfer the balance back to you."