Never Ending Road Novels & Stories

Now, he was a part of something much larger, a cog in a machine that was turning against its own makers. He took a breath, the air in the car thick with the scent of ozone, rain, and the metallic tang of the engine. He didn't know where the road would lead, or if they would survive the journey. But he knew this: he wouldn't go back. Not to the office, not to the safety, not to the lie. He was moving forward, into the static, toward the truth. And in the end, that was all that mattered. The road, the night, and the silent, desperate pursuit of a justice that seemed a lifetime away. They drove on, a small, stubborn light in the vast, uncaring expanse of the plains, chasing a dawn that felt lik

“The roads used to lead to sanctuaries.” The lines spread outward. Through Wolf Ridge. Past houses. Past trees. No walls. No doors. No central destination. Evander stared. “They don’t anymore.” Claire looked at Mason. “Where do they lead?” Bramble stepped onto one. His green markings brightened. The silver road answered. Images flashed across its surface. A farmhouse. A city street. A river. A mountain. A tiny cabin. A marketplace. Places. Ordinary places. Theo gasped.

“It’s not that creepy. Besides, I should be close to the end of the road. I’ve been driving long enough.” It wasn’t until two hours later that Clea reached ‘the end of the road’. The road suddenly ended, and the forest continued. She was sure this was a joke. The fuckers that built this road couldn’t be serious. There was divergence to the left, but rather than a road, it was a forest path. A fuckin’ forest path. Now, Clea’s biggest worry was that her car wouldn’t make it out the other end as whole as it entered. It didn’t take long for her to be proved right. She was barely five minutes in when a kangaroo jumped in the lane.

—What do you mean, excited, why? —MATE is close; I can feel it—. Kira in my mind and I couldn't help but get nervous. —Don't get too excited; we might be disappointed; we don't need any MATE,— I said, trying to keep her under control and kept my focus on the road. RED WINTER PACKHOUSE

This man was so crazy I imagined. It turns out his name was Duncan. When I got to know about him, Duncan was one of the worst beings I had met on planet earth. He was rude, loud and violet and drunken. Apart from the money, there was nothing good about him. He was very disrespectful, unspeakable and unpredictable. Infact I never understood what he really wanted from me. Ofcourse I discover all this after several weeks of getting to know him better. Can you imagine when we finally dated, Duncan commanded me to get out of his car in the middle of a high way just because I said something that pissed him off. You see readers, you cannot imagine how I got home in the middle of nowhere without

It almost felt like a dream after the past few weeks. "So, what were you doing out on No-man's Road?" Laura asked, drinking from her cup of tea. "It's kind of off the beaten path." She and Mia sat across from her at the large square table, and Dylan had pulled up a chair catty-corner to them. Bonnie was doing her best not to look at him too much. She had a bad habit of staring at handsome men. “I was trying to enjoy the mountains,” Bonnie explained. “I thought my car could handle it since it didn't look too steep. Apparently not.”

She buckled her seatbelt. “Let’s go home,” she said. Her mother looked up. Her eyes were red, swollen, but they were clear. “Did you find what you needed?” “I think so,” Eliana said. “I found that it’s just a road. And I’m still on it.” Her mother wiped her face. She put the car in drive. She checked the mirror. She pulled back onto the highway, and they drove past the curve, past the dented guardrail, past the place where the world had ended and, impossibly, continued.

And I close my eyes feel the road rumble under me. This isn't over. It's just beginning. And next time... Someone won't walk away.

"Joanna, congratulations on your wedding." "By the time you see this video, I will already be dead. I no longer care who was right or wrong. I only want to tell you that I hate you. I hate you so much. If there is a next life, I never want to see you again." His voice before death was hollow, painful, cold, and weightless, like a judgment echoing from hell. Joanna's face turned deathly pale. She suddenly looked up at the giant screen.

The final moment of the race was a contest between Lauren, Wanda, and another top rider. Lauren pushed herself to the front, her brows furrowed in fierce concentration. “She’s going to lose,” I whispered, smiling. Kendra looked puzzled. I knew every expression Lauren could make in every circumstance. She couldn’t hold on. No sooner had I spoken than Lauren faltered. Wanda crossed the line first, followed closely by the other rider. Lauren crashed heavily onto the ground, and the riders behind her surged forward, pushing her rank off the first page entirely.