Novel & Cerita My Way Or The Highway Book

As soon as I stepped out of the airport, Alfred, my family's butler, was already waiting at the exit. He took my luggage with his usual respect. "Welcome back, Sir. Your father and mother are waiting for you at home." The black Bentley drove into the inner city. Looking at the familiar yet strangely distant streets outside the window, I once again remembered the days when I used to sketch blueprints in our rental apartment. Back then, Ruby was always dreaming about the capital city of Norcrown.

Maddison knew that as soon as she was out of the CBD and on the motorway; the traffic lights, speed traps and speed limit signs would fall away, allowing her to make up for lost time. Staring at the traffic light in anticipation of it’s soon transformation from bright red to green, her mind doubled back to the main reason she had chosen the long drive over a short flight: to process her thoughts. Something about being on the open road helped clear her mind and she did this whenever she was going into battle which she very well was. She loved her sister dearly but having not seen her for six months coupled with the small matter of her prioritizing her work over her love life, it made for some

Out in the open world, things were going smoothly for Eallric as he drove through the familiar highways (like Coalrior) which just like before, were filled with people, but this time around, all defunct. Eallric cringed everytime his novel Peugeot 404 ran over a body as it affected the car's balance or worse, caused the bones it ran over to crush into powder - or something like that. But still, he couldn't stop for a moment to check out anything and so he drove on.

My daughter, Lily, was hit and dragged for two whole miles by a drunk driver. I rushed her blood-drenched body into the emergency room. While the doctors saved her, I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway. With the last ounce of strength left in my body, I sent a text to my husband, Howard. [Lily is in critical condition. Get to the hospital now!] A few seconds later, my phone chimed with a reply. [Stay safe. I’ll be over as soon as I wrap things up here.]

Closing the door shut behind me I gasp for breath gradually gaining composure but then I feel harsh cold wind blow hard against my skin looking around my surroundings I see snow all around and a car packed out, immediately I Sprint towards the car getting into it I see the key safely put away in the dashboard, Igniting the engine I drive away as fast as I can praising whoever had thought of inventing a car like this as I roll up the windows of the car to avoid further cold, I hear several cars also start behind me and the sounds of a chopper above in the sky still driving fast as I could tell they seem to be gaining on me, I stop by a cliff almost falling in, I highlight from the car holdin

I cleared the gate by an inch, the red car flying onto the highway. I was free.

I prayed to God to help me reach home safe Like an answer to a prayer, God is always faithful. Dear reader, I reached home safely. I paid the motorcycle fare and requested him to keep the change. The gentleman was so kind enough to wait for me open the gate and ensured I was in safe. I thanked him and wished him a safe journey. Since God had helped me through this night strugglr, I had to run for my life away from this possessive relationship . Minutes home, I kindly switched off my phone but couldn't sleep. I kept thinking of how rude, arrogant, inconsiderate he had been. Icould not imagine moving forward with the relationship.

A few rotten apples, Rhychard thought as he leaned into a tight right turn. That part of his learning to be a Warrior of the Way had been easy to comprehend. Even when he had joined Renny at Harvest Fellowship, he had a hard time swallowing the details of what they preached. However, he had always possessed a strong sense of right and wrong. That mindset caused him to leave his moving truck that night when he heard Jamairlo's scream. Someone was in trouble, and Rhychard had to help. Walking away just wouldn't have been…right. Still, if he knew helping would change his life, he may have forced himself to keep driving.

With a sigh, I glanced at my wrist where my plastic ID bracelet hung. “You don’t even remember what ran out in front of you to make you swerve—if anything? or who threatened you to force you drive through the highway? ” “Nothing.” I tried to concentrate and was rewarded with a blinding headache. “You were driving south on Highway 12 through the Santa Cruz Mountains. From the skid marks, it looks like you saw something and hit the brakes. Maybe it was the truck, or a deer, or . . .” He let the sentence trail off, inviting me to finish.

"I missed you..." I said to myself as I was driving the streets of Detroit. Mike was right. Detroit is empty, City of ghosts. Only ruins remained. My memories started going up when I was driving by 12th street, where my favorite bookstore was, but now? There's nothing. Now there's some Rosa Park Boulevard. After that, my eyes started filling up as I turned for 8 mile road. My home.