I'll Take The Dirt Road Novels & Stories

It’s a straight shot now, just a long dirt road leading into the trees, the kind of place you don’t find unless you know exactly where you’re going. The tires grind against the dirt road as I push the car forward, my grip tightening around the wheel. The trees loom on either side, shadows stretching long in the night, but I don’t care about anything except getting to Serena. Rich shifts in the passenger seat, his fingers tapping against his knee. “You sure we shouldn’t have brought backup?” “No time,” I mutter. The dirt road narrows, and I slow just enough to keep control, my headlights cutting through the darkness. The second the car jerks over a bump, lights flash ahead in the distance. My

He pulls out his car keys, and then throws them to me. “There’s a truck outside, by the main gate. The one without bullet holes in the windshield. Take it and get lost.” I smile as I catch the keys. “Thanks.” “Just get the fuck out of here!” He grumbles while I leave, and that’s exactly what I do. It doesn’t take me long to find the truck Dimitri told me about, and it doesn’t look like it has seen much use either. That suits me just fine. The engine starts without a problem, and soon I am driving down the dirt road towards town.

"You can stop dreaming because I won't have anything to do with you in the future. I'm curious, though. How thick-skinned do you have to be to say these things? Are you thinking of becoming my sugar baby or something?" "You can scream and shout at me or even hit me if you want—it's what I deserve. But please don't abandon me…" He looked at me like he was an abandoned puppy. "So, my dream was true! Since you're both back, you can go to hell together!" a shrill voice filled with hatred and resentment cut through the air. It turned out Jonathan, Henrietta, and I had all been reborn. Henrietta charged toward me and shoved me forward. The lake was unprotected, so nothing could stop my fall. I cou

I jump in still in wolf form, and an assistant hands me clothes from the backseat, which I change into as the driver takes off. “Alpha Mark has given us directions,” the driver says. “I know these roads well. If they’re on Rural Road Five—that’s the dirt road Alpha Mark found the tire tracks on—then it’ll be easy to head them off if we go to Highway Seven.” I nod as I throw the shirt over my head and completely trust that this man knows where he’s going. I’ve been to Mark’s territory before, but it was a long time ago, and I certainly didn’t memorize the roads.

Thunder pounds in the sky, and the loud reverberation shakes me to my senses. Pushing myself off him, I side-eye him, wiping my hands on my shorts. He looks away first, pulling himself up out of the mud. I head to my side of the truck and climb in. That was close, way too close. Seconds later he slips in behind the wheel. The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You."

Her gentle refusal did not deter Rob. He stepped closer and said with unwavering determination, “It’s okay, Eve. I can wait. I missed my chance with you once, and I won’t make that mistake again. No matter how long it takes, I’m willing to try. And really, I just want to travel. No pressure, you can just treat me as your travel buddy.” Eve could not refuse him, so she agreed to travel together.

He could have head and/or neck injuries and he didn't want to take any chances. "I'm trying, I'm trying. This damn dirt road is a mess." Steve swerved around another deep hole. James had no idea how many he'd already missed. Sometimes there was just no way around them. "Soon as we're off this dirt road I'm gonna floor it. We'll be back home in fifteen minutes."

"If we stay on this main road, it's about fifteen minutes. But there's a service road that cuts through—rougher terrain, but it would get us there in half the time." "Take the service road," I said immediately. "Ramon, in this snow—" "Take the fucking service road, Rafael. Please." My brother met my eyes in the rearview mirror, then nodded. "Service road it is." He took the turn so fast the SUV skidded slightly, tires fighting for purchase on the snow-covered dirt. Behind us, I could see Marcus and Rodriguez following, their headlights bouncing crazily as they hit the rough terrain. The service road was barely a road at all—more like a path someone had driven enough times to create tire trac

Eartha, behind the smoked glass of the car, sighed in frustration for the nth time as they continued to move at snail's pace. 'It'd really do all of us the world of good if they all stopped pausing to stare and move out of the way!' Miss tapped his hands on the wheels in rhythm to the music flowing softly from the speakers and glanced at her. 'Dandelion Fluff, ain't nothing we can do about that. This part of the road is narrow, hopefully, when we reach the wider part we'd be able to move faster,' he assured. Eartha hissed. 'I think we'd move faster if you'd horn at them.'

He raises an eyebrow at me, unimpressed. I roll my eyes and reply after huffing. "I can be a lot of things, but being crazy is the last thing I am." He growls and hurls a few curses, with his face cold as stone, rough calloused fingers reaches over for the radio and Madonna's 'Like A Virgin' blasts from the speakers. He starts the car and shifts into the gear and drives us out of the surrounding of the old abandoned house that is the only house on the motionless, thick bushy surroundings.