Novel & Cerita My Way Or The Highway Book

he said impatiently. Soon, they arrived back at the Linnus residence. As soon as he got out of the car, Dad stormed into the living room angrily. When he saw Aunt Caroline kneeling on the ground and crying uncontrollably, he stopped abruptly. In front of her lay my body, so rotted that it was almost unrecognizable.

My chest loosens with relief, and my tense shoulders suddenly relax. Headlights. And they’re too bright to belong to just one car. I look behind me to find a truck approaching me at slow speed. This road only leads to the HawkThorne estate, the truck must be heading there as well. Perhaps construction? I don’t know. I’m just grateful I do not have to walk the rest of the journey. I step into the middle of the road, waving my arms high, calling out, desperate to make them see me. The engine’s growl grows louder, closer, until it’s nearly on top of me. The glare swallows my vision, blinding me, forcing me to turn my face away before my eyes can sting any worse.

HELEN’S P.O.V. The highway was a gray ribbon stretching out into the gloom, flanked by the skeletal remains of winter trees. I drove with a recklessness that would have terrified me an hour ago. The speedometer needle hovered near 100, the engine of the nondescript sedan whining in protest, but inside the cabin, the silence was absolute. I wasn't listening to the engine. I wasn't listening to the wind battering the windshield. I was listening to the sound of my life shattering.

With determined steps, I made my way to the car. With a quick turn of the key, my car’s engine roared to life as I slid into the driver’s seat. Snuggle had caused me to realize May and I were like creatures. It was still a surprise that our lives were that easy to read by a matchmaking app. But Snuggle was not wrong. Because of this, there was this urge to protect May. It was primal. Almost paternal. My foot pressed firmly against the accelerator and a rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins. I had to fix this somehow. My tires screeched against asphalt and the passing scenery blurred into a whirlwind of colors as I merged into the highway.

I hoped it came out on a street and that we weren’t going to be cornered, but it wasn’t like we could go back the other way. Mercifully, the dirt path led us straight to blacktopped road. “All right, navigator, which way are we going?” he asked. I admired his even, patient tone. I was freaking out. “Um…” I looked down at the map. I was a sophomore in college. I could do this. “Left. No! Right. Which way is Highway 35 South?” “Left.” He turned, and we started down the road. I glanced at the speedometer. “You’re not going very fast.”

Freezing cold. I moved to my right so that I could see a better vision of what’s before us in the way. Based on the familiar infrastructures that our car had passed by, I could say that we were not far from home. By ten to fifteen minutes, we would reach the lot where our mansion was standing firm. I could not wait to be home. That was because I was expected that I would be seeing my friends there, and this time there would be no hindrances anymore. “Buckle up,” my big brother whispered on the corner of his lungs, which suggested that perhaps he was planning to drive at full speed. The highway was empty, I could tell, that was I thought why he was interested in driving at the fullest speed o

He knew he had made a mistake the moment he took what wasn’t his to take. And then, just as the car hit the long stretch of highway, I made my move. With a final, powerful lunge, I burst through the trees, landing directly in the middle of the road, my massive frame illuminated by the glare of the car’s headlights. I saw Mr. Hemming’s eyes widen, his mouth parting in a silent scream as his hands jerked the wheel in blind panic.

Mario took my hand and pulled me into his limousine and asked the soldier to just drive to somewhere no one could find us. “I didn’t even know it was a place.” I said. “You have a lot to learn about the Pestcatores. ” He looked at me, his eyes all dreamy and steamy. “Now I want to learn about you.” I chuckled, and I could feel my stomach churning, “My boyfriend for eight years broke up with me on our wedding because he had a son with another woman. And what’s so pathetic of me is that I couldn’t get over him.”

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My wolf surged inside me, snarling, pressing against my ribs, but I pushed her down and forced my mind to work instead of panic. I studied the road through the gap between the men on either side of me. Left turn at the fountain. Straight past the iron bridge. Right onto the highway heading west, the one lined with tall pines that thinned as the elevation dropped. I memorized every turn, every landmark, every sign we passed, building a map inside my head that I could follow backward if I got the chance.