My Way Or The Highway Book Novels & Stories

‎California highways were predictable. ‎People followed patterns. ‎Stayed in lanes. ‎Respected signals. ‎Order. ‎I liked order. ‎For a while, everything moved exactly as expected. ‎The hum of the engine. ‎The steady rhythm of the road. ‎Then— ‎Something shifted. ‎A subtle stutter beneath the hood. ‎My eyes narrowed slightly. ‎Again. ‎The engine gave a low, uneven sound. ‎I frowned. ‎That wasn’t right. ‎I eased off the acceleration, listening carefully.

Feeling the last of my energy drain from me, I laid my head on the headrest and watched as endless cars seemed to mark each passing miles towards the first stop on this crazy, hopefully successful, journey. End of Book 1

On the highway, a white car sped in the afternoon sun towards the city of Dawn. The driver was a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue jacket; on the back seat was a young man about eighteen years old wearing a black coat, shoulder backpack, and silver hair messed up by the wind from the car window. "Uri!" The man nervously looked at the eight-lane highway in front of him. "Someone wants to arrest you; they even want to kill you. If you see them, you must run fast, don't let them catch you."

Amarnath saw an old hooded Austin car in the torch light as he turned left on the road beyond the Binaguri junction. Amarnath was standing on one side of the road, and decided not to notice it. While cycling at the same speed, he saw someone coming down from the car and shouted, 'Stop, stop, help, help,' Amarnath was forced to stop the cycle. A drunken woman hurriedly said something in English. Amarnath is now quite used to English by working with Sahebs.

On the day of our graduation trip, my boyfriend Roman, a mafia heir, and his childhood friend Clara left me stranded on the side of a deserted highway. Their off-road vehicle had been driving for over half an hour before they even noticed the back seat was empty. When Roman called, there was no panic in his voice, only a hint of irritation. "Blair, why didn't you get back in the car?" "Stop messing around. We're rushing to the canyon to catch the sunset. We don't have time to go back and get you." "Figure out a way to hitch a ride here yourself." Through the receiver, Clara's amused voice came through loud and clear. "She's not a three-year-old girl. She can't expect you to wait on he

I spotted Aunt Hilda’s new car, a black BMW parked right by the school gate. But, my parents advised her that I shouldn’t be driving yet. It was a precautionary measure for I was still reeling from the trauma of the accident and honestly? I was fine with it. I watched while the windows slowly rolled open, revealing Allen’s face and smirked as I made my way towards my cousin. “You okay Fat Face?” He said as soon as I had settled inside the car. No. I wanted to say. However, I didn’t want anyone to know how I was really feeling. I didn’t want my family to know what it’s really like waking up from a terrible nightmare.

Lyra did not promise that the appeal would succeed. She could only promise that the north would examine the mark the Moon Goddess had left on me instead of dismissing it without a hearing. Even that small chance was enough. For seven years, I had surrendered one thing after another for my family and Kael. This time, I would not surrender my chance to live to anyone. I left the clinic and returned home alone. The house was empty. There was almost nothing in my room to pack: a few changes of clothes, a worn suitcase, and the journal that held seven years of disappointments.

I added. She stopped at the door and watched me walk out. I walked as fast as my legs could carry me. Getting to the car park, I entered my car and ignited the engine. I dove onto the highway, slamming hard on the accelerator, pushing the car as fast as it could go. I bit the inside of my mouth and tightened my grip around the steering wheel, my chest tightening. There was no two-way around this. My mind reminisced about the words of Mr. Everett. “Do I really want to make an enemy out of him?” The answer was simple. “No.”

She looked at me and I guess saw how nervous I was, and eager to get to school, "Just not too fast." As soon as I was at the wheel, we were flying, and got on time. I know Lilly was scared, but hey we were in a rush and I am a good driver, not gonna brag but I won a couple of races. As we were getting out of the car, Lilly smiled "You are not driving my car again, but I am glad we are here on time."

continuity. As the sun set over the Allegheny Mountains, casting long, "Calculating" shadows across the valley, Ethan looked at his family. They were "Unindexed," "Broken," and "Error-prone," but they were moving forward. "How far to the first 'Safe-Zone'?" Leo asked, leaning forward. "A thousand miles of 'Friction'," Ethan replied, his "Loyal" smile catching the fading light. "And every inch of it is ours." The chapter ends with the truck’s headlights cutting through the "Iron Silence" of the mountain pass. The "Gilded Cage" was a memory, and the "Great Migration" was the first chapter of a book that would never be "Indexed."