Novel & Cerita My Way Or The Highway Book

Kept me from feeling the hole opening in my chest. To the womb with legs. Sera's voice. Crystal clear. A dagger in my heart. I pressed the gas harder. The Honda groaned beneath me, old and tired, like me. Forty miles per hour. Fifty. The mountain pass curved ahead, a serpent of asphalt cut into the rock. I'd driven this road a hundred times. I knew every turn, every guardrail, every drop-off where the trees gave way to nothing but air and darkness. Tonight, I didn't care about any of it.

When I'd seen Mirelle in a wedding gown identical to mine and intimately leaning close to Theron, my last thread of lingering attachment snapped. The sudden call for the northern meadows suddenly hit me like a gust of wind, and the idea of running wild across endless open fields was too tempting to ignore. So, instead of boarding the original plane, I headed straight to the port and bought a one-way ticket bound for the northern meadows. I never knew that the flight I ditched had crashed or that Theron had unraveled into obsession just to find me. But even if I had, I wouldn't have cared. In the northern meadows, I met plenty of new friends. The wolves there were open, honest, and treated ev

The sun was up early, ready to witness the stupid mess I was about getting myself into. As expected, when I reached the end of the street, a car was tailing me. I turned left and proceeded to hurry, but then slowed down as pain shot through my wound. I looked behind me and saw an SUV with tainted windows. Great. This reminded me of some kind of FBI thriller books I’ve read. Just that in those books, the Protagonist always manage to get away. I on the other hand was bundled like a sack of potatoes and thrown into the trunk of the car before it sped away, making me hit my wounded side on the hard floor.

~Mia Pov~ I was driving along the highway, my senses on high alert as I noticed a black luxury car tailing me. Suspicion gnawed at me, and without hesitation, I veered off onto a secluded road leading up to Hill Mountain. If someone was following me, I wanted the advantage of surprise.

Chapter 26: Ryan The road from the motel to Johannesburg is a long, shimmering ribbon of asphalt, but to me, it felt like the narrowest tightrope in the world. I keep my hands at ten and two on the steering wheel, my grip so tight my knuckles are the color of bone. I’m driving like I’m transporting glass no, something more fragile than glass. I’m transporting the second chance I never deserved.

Spencer POV I almost took the highway. I should have taken the highway. The highway was faster, better lit, and didn't require the specific kind of attention that the mountain roads demanded in rain like this. But I'd driven the highway home four hundred times and my brain had started finishing the route without me, leaving my conscious mind alone in the dark with a sixteen-year-old boy's chart and the particular sound a waiting room makes when everything has already gone wrong. The mountain road required both hands and focus. That was the only reason I took it.

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

and closes the door behind him. I hold my breath until I hear the truck leave, then walk to the window to watch it drive down the road until I can’t see or hear it anymore. Then I sink to my knees and cry until I can’t cry anymore. The mixture of thoughts and emotions is so hard to explain. Deep down, I know Rob"s full of shit, and at the same time, I believe I’m a lazy fat-ass, and everyone thinks so.

“Then he’s alive… and in their hands. Bishop, Vex… someone. And I’m the one who has to bring him back.” Tessa stepped forward, holding a few pages from the ledger she’d salvaged. “Some of it is still intact,” she said, flipping through them quickly. “Enough to figure out where they’re taking him. The old highway church… the vault beneath it.” My heart skipped. The key Saint had given me—the one to the vault—was still in my pocket. It had to be. “Then we move. Now.” --- THE HIGHWAY – NIGHT The rain had slowed to a drizzle as we sped down the highway, engines roaring. My mind was a storm of fear, rage, and determination. Every flicker of shadow along the road made me flinch. Every vehicle in t

Hazel's POV People keep saying that in order to move on, you need to let go. But the thing is, it's not that easy. It never was, and never will. All it took was just one mess. One fucking mess, to change people completely... How I wish to turn back time. I really do. "Hazel..." Aunt Mary's voice brings me back to reality. "Are you sure about this?" "Aunt Mary, we've already talked about this..." I sigh, as I watch her trying to focus on the road.