Journey Story Novels & Stories

Looking for answers about what I wanted to say to him earlier. I shook my head slowly, with a faint smile on my face. I removed his hands from my face. Then looked sadly at the flower bed that was blooming. He seemed to mock my dark story. "Let's finish this food, after this we will leave immediately," he said softly. He no longer asked. Or force me to tell a story. He is the perfect man. We finished the food and all the supplies we had brought before. Until it's gone. My stomach is full. It's time to start the journey to the rock mountain. The place where I should be. The place where I will continue my training. Where I will continue my next life journey.

The red cap soon turning into dust in the foreign realm. Taking his sword, I blended into the shadows, leaving the alley behind. * Two days have passed after the fight and I finally reached the remote beach on the outskirts of New York City. A lonely black horse was gazing into the horizon. Upon sensing my presence, he trotted happily toward me. “Long time no see buddy,” I whispered the words when he snuggled into my shoulder. “Take us home.” I sigh, climbing onto his back and holding tight. Picking up speed toward the water he gradually lifted us in the air. Galloping now through the thick haze just above the dark waters.

He was feeling so high, he wanted to climb to the highest mountain to shout that he was going to be a father. He still couldn’t believe it! It truly felt too good to be true. But at this point, he was done trying to make sense of the mechanisms of fate. He was going to do his best to make sure that the cards he had been dealt with worked in his favor. He heard Reggie clear her throat shyly, the action snapping him out of his thoughts. “I-I didn’t know I was that hungry,” She declared with a blush, gesturing towards the now empty plate of biscuits and the equally empty box of juice.

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ Who is Sid and where is he? Is he alive or not? If he is alive, then where? If he dead, then how? For the answers join the journey, IT IS THE JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF ANSWERS. It is the journey to find the love. JOURNEY OF LOVE AND QUESTIONS, WHAT IF THEY BISECTS EACH OTHER?

My shattered dream Many people in this world ask for love or wanted to be loved. But it is hard to find the right one who truly loves us and who truly values us. What will you do if his happiness is no longer include you? Will you able to love again or bury yourself in sadness? This story is written for every one of us who craves love or be loved by someone else. Let us find our way on this "A journey to forever." Let us find our true love and peace that we've been dreaming of for a long period of time.

¶ Ronin PoV¶ Finally after 24 hours long flight journey, my flight landed at Santa Blanc airport. This was the most long awaited journey of my life compared to living alone a doomed life in London without my love. Every hour sitting on that plane was torturous for me. All night I did not even blink my eyes because sleep was nowhere near me. So many thoughts were running in my mind, thinking how my Aiyla would react seeing me, hearing my voice. Would she forgive me for what I have done to her, for how I left her without saying a word.

Aѕ рrоmіѕеd аll thrее оf uѕ hаd vіѕіtеd Auѕtrаlіа, I’d nеvеr travelled thаt fаr bеfоrе аnd thе plane rіdе wаѕ a соmрlеtе kіllеr. Joel tried hіѕ bеѕt tо keep mе ѕаnе аnd іf it hаdn’t been frоm mу Kindle, I wоuld nеvеr hаvе made іt through. But thе gruеlіng journey was wоrth thе wait.

What? Chatter: This world!? Man: This a new scam? Chatter: No... I am a Free Jumper. Man: What is that? A new Multi-Level Marketing scheme? Chatter: OK seems you won't believe me, go to the nearest landmark that is most memorable for you, I will be there.

"Great ideas! I'm up for the adventure. And who knows, we might stumble upon hidden gems and create stories to cherish." As the flight progresses, our conversations shift from travel plans to reflections on life. Jim shares anecdotes from his past, weaving tales of childhood adventures and lessons learned along the way. I reciprocate, offering glimpses into my own journey, the highs, the lows, and the moments that shaped who I am.

I had been so sure that the man in the river was my mate, and now that I knew it was Zayn, I didn't know what to do. Zayn seemed to sense my confusion. "Are you looking for something?" he asked, his eyes searching mine. I hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell him the truth. "I'm on a journey," I said, my voice shaky. "The Moon Goddess is leading me somewhere, and I'm not sure where that is." And immediately we struck up a conversation. We talked about the recent past after Adrian died and the war. I listened as Zayn recounted his experiences, and I was surprised by the depth of his pain and sorrow.