Novel & Cerita My Way Or The Highway Book

He was the one who had pushed me away with his own hands, and in the end, he had pushed me into the arms of someone who could actually make me happy. He looked at me one last time, his gaze filled with regret and reluctance. Then he turned and slowly walked away. The setting sun stretched his shadow long across the ground, making him look like a soul stranded between the past and the present, unable to return to either. Later, I found out that he had shut down his company and donated all his assets before heading alone to a remote mountain village to teach. After that, I heard nothing more about him. As for me, with the love of my parents and Elliot surrounding me, I slowly healed.

The highway police officers arrived surprisingly fast. They picked me up and drove me safely back toward my neighborhood. Their car sped down the freeway. My phone kept buzzing every few minutes. I knew it was Yvonne calling, nagging me to hurry back. The funny part was that she was not even worried about me getting into an accident/ Her mind was entirely on New Year’s dinner. I did not answer this time. I quietly turned my phone off, and the world suddenly felt peaceful.

You cannot check the cargo when the road itself has gone rogue. ​I struck the carriage-return lever with a heavy, definitive slam of my palm, the metalbell letting out a sharp ping just as the first corporate searchlight hit the back of our tailgate. The eighth chapter was framed, the distribution was un-stoppable, and the highway loop was leading us straight into the final furnace of the central district.

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

She could’ve given me directions and I would’ve been on my merry way, without a constantly burning brand glowing at me every second of every hour since that dream. I clenched my jaw as my car hit yet another pot hole in the back road I was driving on. I had no idea where I actually was, I just knew it was Oklhaoma or somewhere very near it because I passed a welcome sign a couple hours back. I had been led off the freeway and onto a back road. I gotta say, it’s really hard to safely exit the freeway and turn around when your arm feels like a million fire ants are all sinking their teeth into you at the same time.

“HOW? You said Mike ditched you!” I moved away from the road as I heard footsteps behind me. “Because your girl is unstoppable, that’s how. I drove here in my dying Audi, followed G****e Maps into the wilderness, almost lost a tire and my mind, and then....my car gave up and died. But I made it.” Blair is gasping like I just told her I robbed a bank. “And I got in,” I add. “Thanks to a very hot, very rude man in a suit who probably regrets every second of his life since meeting me.”

Or how effortlessly I would slide into it. My way was nowhere near what my brothers were doing, they went the route of the textbook while I came at it from the dark side so to speak. I had no idea when I embarked on my little venture that things would turn out the way they have, that my life would be forever changed and that the once care free youth with not a worry in the world would become the man I am today. I single handedly built my own world of crime from nothing, drawing in some of the world's most elusive criminals and I did it all from behind a computer screen.

Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway. Hissing through her teeth, her breath coming in ragged, painful gasps, Seven’s strength gave out the moment her boots hit the asphalt of the highway shoulder. She dropped heavily onto her knees, her vision swimming with dark spots as blood loss and exhaustion caught up to her. Before she could even gather enough breath to push herself back up to her feet, a sleek, dark luxury sedan tore around the curve, its tires screeching violently as it slammed to a halt directly in front of her collapsing form.

Aaron helped Irish to sit in the car and went to sit it the driver's seat. Aaron takes the omega's hand to kiss her knuckles. "How are you feeling, Mrs Miller? " He asked with an eye, crinkling smile. " Wonderful, Mr Miller. " The omega replied. Aaron started the engine, and soon the guests showered the vehicle with rice. This is the start of a new life. A life that the omega always dreamed of but never thought that it would come true. Irish noticed that the Alpha was driving towards the area that is known for the wealthy people. The omega had never been in this side of the city before.

I didn’t realize badass biker men did that kind of thing. Booker climbed in beside me and started the engine while I buckled up. He didn’t say anything as he guided the truck away from Arbor Lodge and I took a moment to take in his ride. It was new with all the bells and whistles, so to speak. Leather seats, wood inlay, and a kick-ass stereo system… at least it looked like a kick-ass stereo system. It was currently off. About ten minutes passed and I had about all the silence I could handle. “Your real name’s not Booker, is it?” He glanced at me and shook his head before focusing on the road again. “Are you going to tell me your real name?”