Liminal Space Gas Station Novels & Stories

Chapter 65: Craving Like Fire. Kissing Like Frost. Needing More The buzzing of power lines overhead made Aria flinch. They were walking past what was left of a gas station — burned out, looted, bones of shelves still clinging to plastic wrappers and broken bottles. The cracked screen of a gas pump blinked blue for no reason, looping a silent message that no one was left to read.

Someone with access to Limelight's archive room. The file needs to disappear. Sent. Phone face-down. Lamp off.

"I'm not leaving the mansion. I'm moving back into the master wing. We are going to live under the same roof, sleep in the same house, and look at each other every single day while I systematically dismantle everything you love. See you at home, husband." The heavy door of the limousine clicked shut with an ironclad finality. The sleek vehicle melted into the dark, rain-soaked traffic, leaving Silas standing on the steps of his own gala, completely paralyzed by the realization that the ghost hadn't left his house—she had just taken the keys.

When I reached the end of the tunnel, I hesitated for a second before stepping out cautiously into the woods. “I think we should run left,” Athena murmured, her voice nervous. I closed my eyes and concentrated. I tried to pinpoint where Rich’s men were standing. I opened my mouth to respond just as I picked up some movement to the right. Beta Rich had four men stationed out here not including the guards that stood near the clearing in front of the gas station. The customers had scattered and the pumps were empty. “Left it is,” I breathed and turned to leave. The front door of the gas station flew open stopping in my tracks as Beta Rich came out dragging Aiden by the hair behind him.

One cigarette less and he would have had the time. I turned to the window and looked at the houses as the car passed. If I didn't see him, I wasn't tempted to open my mouth. The journey did not take long and, to my amazement, did not end at a fast food restaurant or snack bar, but at a cheap gas station that was probably past its prime for a while. The paint on the sign had peeled off so much that the name couldn't even be read. What was such a shabby gas station doing in such a posh area? There were things.

Moving to exit at one of our stops, we pull into a small mobile station for gas. Running inside for a quick bathroom stop and grabbing some food, Caleb moves to fill up on gas. Angel waiting next to him. Grabbing a coffee along in the process I move to pay the cashier before returning to my friends only to find to my surprise six large suvs come speeding into the deserted gas station. Tires screeching as they surround us. Eyes wide, I move to run over to my friends only for big, large men to come rushing out with guns drawn. Gulping, I begin to tremble, my coffee slipping through my fingers and onto the ground. My eyes starring as my heart raced like a jack rabbit. One of the large men dress

She may not know who I really was to her, but she felt the bond between us. Three hours later, we'd just driven past the south borders and darkness had almost covered the land. Gas station fluorescent lights flickered, as I drove into the small gas station pulling beside one of the gas pumps. I got out of the truck, and so did Ayla as she stretched her body, clutching tightly to her sweater. “I'll use the bathroom,” She cocked her head in one direction. I took out my card, handing it to her. “We could use some coffee, and get whatever you want as well,”

I say. “This town looks like something out of one of the horror movies my brothers like to watch,” she says. She pulls into the gas station and as expected, no one comes out. And old sign, broken on one side, creaks eerily as it swings in the breeze. I walk up to the door where the gas station attendant would be. I look inside and seeing nothing, I try the door. Locked. “No one’s here. Let’s see if there’s any gas in this gas station.”

There was something about the unexpected that made things more interesting. He decided to move on, not start the conversation here. He’d follow the plan, at least until they got to the room. Then, they’d see where the night took them. *** Third Person POV Liliana pulled into the gas station across the road, her mind still buzzing with anticipation for the evening. The soft purr of the engine faded as she turned off the ignition, sitting for a moment to let her thoughts settle. Just a pause, a brief moment to clear her mind before she returned to the hotel.

To clear my head. I stepped outside and locked the door behind me, my breath fogging up in the chilly air. Dusk had swallowed the sky, casting a blue haze over the narrow road that ran through town. I spotted an old gas station across the street, its fluorescent sign sputtering. A “convenience store” sat next to it, the kind that probably sold expired bread and questionable coffee. I walked toward the gas station, my boots crunching on gravel. A battered pickup truck rumbled past, its headlights barely flickering as it disappeared down the winding road toward the woods. I squinted after it.