My Way Or The Highway Book Novels & Stories

The route was familiar: through the window and then down the drainpipe. As I stepped into the parking lot, Johnston's car caught my eye, its headlights inviting me from a shadowy corner. With long strides, I reached over there and hopped in. We drove away slowly to avoid drawing any attention from security. As we turned onto the highway, a wave of relief washed over us. The further we got, the more my confidence grew as I was reassured about taking charge of my own life and prioritizing what mattered for my well-being.

I glance at her, noticing the way her eyes are fixed on nothing and everything all at once as she looks out the window. “It’s boring, I know. I won’t drag you down with it any further.” “I’m just tired,” she says with a soft smile. “I did have fun tonight, you know.” “I had fun too–” An engine behind us roars, and suddenly a sports car dashes around us, scraping the passenger side. I lose control, my truck tires sliding sideways as the truck hits a guardrail and bounces back into the middle of the street. “Hold on,” I say as calmly as possible as I try to regain control, but the road is slick, and the embankments on either side of the narrow highway leading into Crescent City are thick with

The cars in front of me moved out of the way as if they sensed my urgency to get home. Lisa and the blond, and every other woman I spent time with in Bar Harbor were in the rearview mirror. I was headed back to my life, back to the throne where I ruled as king. Overcast clouds hung heavy in the air, and I hoped I’d missed the brunt of the rain. I didn’t want traffic to slow down when I was so close. This highway was known for the insufferable rubber-neckers.

Spotting a shed at the other side of the road, I decided to cross the road and sleep for the night' I was about getting to the centre of the road when I started to feel dizzy, I tried crossing the road without seeing the car coming towards me, at a high speed. I landed on the floor after I felt the heavy impact of the car on me, I heard the screeching of the car tires and the door opening. As I was getting enveloped by darkness, I had only one request for God. 'if you won't save me, save my child' ///////////// We've gotten to the end of the first part of this book.

Chapter 1 “Oh, look,” Carrie says, “another adult bookstore. What is that? The 5th one we’ve seen on this highway?” “Yeah, at least,” I reply. “What is it about highways in rural Missouri? I guess truckers must be the horniest profession known to man.” We watched the signs as we passed by the XXX Adult and Novelty Store. There were a couple of cars in the parking lot, but probably not more than the folks who worked there.

That Silence Follows Me All the way out. All the way into the night. The Drive I don’t remember getting into the car. I don’t remember starting the engine. But suddenly— I’m moving. The road stretching out in front of me. Familiar. Too familiar. My Hands Grip the Wheel Tightly. Because every turn— Every street— Feels like something I’ve done before. The Memory Guides Me Not clearly. Not consciously. But instinctively. Like my body knows the way even if my mind doesn’t.

Chapter 1 The Mysterious Man Hazel I always drive at a speed of seventy miles per hour, but tonight is different. Aziz's henchmen want to catch me at any cost. I weave through cars on the crowded streets. I don't know how I haven't run over anyone yet, but now, my life comes first. I can't remember how I got myself into this damn debt, but I'll get out of it. I'll find a way to do so but right now, I need to escape alive.

Be careful on the road. I looked at the message and did not reply. Just then, my phone rang. It was Tristan. I hesitated for a few seconds, then answered. His voice was quiet. "I'm nearby. Can I see you for a moment?" I looked downstairs. He stood beneath a streetlamp, wearing a black coat. The fog blurred half his outline. It reminded me of years ago, when his startup had failed, and he stood downstairs at my place, lost, yet stubborn. Back then, I had run down and hugged him. Now, I only said, "Alright."

I yell once more, only in vain. I quickly run to the window, looking for her, which is when I see her running to the highway. Without thinking, I jump out the window, running after her. She's getting too far ahead, so I run to the side, and run to the first car that I can see. It's an all black sedan. I smash the front window, and hot wire the car shortly after. I slam on the gas pedal, jumping the curb ahead of me, bounding towards the highway. Hoping to get in front of her.

I grabbed the ignition wires, stripping the plastic with my teeth, and slammed the bare copper together until a hard spark lanced through the dark dashboard. Crack. Spark. The old V8 engine let out a deafening, throbbing roar. I threw the truck into drive and slammed my foot completely down onto the gas pedal, the vehicle sliding onto the main highway bypass in a violent, smoking skid. The chase was a high-speed nightmare through the blinding morning fog. The old truck was shaking so hard the steering wheel vibrated against my palms, the frame groaning as I pushed it to ninety miles an hour. I didn't care about the state troopers, I didn't care about the speed traps, and I didn't care about