Never Ending Road Novels & Stories

He grabbed Kelly and threw himself off the yacht, dragging her down into the ocean with him. They disappeared beneath the waves. … When the news reached me, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness. Just an eerie sense of finality. It was, in the end, the perfect ending for Zarrick. I turned back to my assistant, unfazed. "Make sure everything is ready for our family vacation." My life was mine to live, and I intended to live it well. My parents—I would take care of them with everything I had. And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

"I'll let you out when you stop having evil thoughts, Yvonne Linnus!" Then, he turned and left, closing the only door to the basement without hesitation. Darkness enveloped me. In pain and despair, I closed my eyes. I didn't actually know how I died. The last thing I remembered was the dark basement; ever since then, my consciousness had been hazy. I thought that my life had ended at 18. I didn't know that souls could still linger after death. Aunt Caroline fell silent when she saw the obvious anger on Dad's face.

After the bar was almost empty, I returned to my usual spot and read my book while listening to the music. ' We were driving back home from the movies. Because of the painful silence, that was shared between us tonight, I could sense there was something wrong. After a couple of minutes of painful silence between us, Laura decided to break the silence by asking me to pull over. I did as she asked me by pulling over to the side of the road and turning my eyes to face the most perfect face I have ever seen in my life. The face I would die to see for the rest of my life. ''Aiden I have to tell you something.'' her delicate voice said to me looking down at her hands as if she was afraid to say

The idea was a dangerous one, a spark of hope that could easily be crushed by the harsh reality of my existence. Today, after another day of school and another terse exchange with Mrs. Wyatt about something Zane had falsely accused me of doing, I walked the familiar path back to the quarter. The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in fiery hues, a stark contrast to the quiet ache in my chest. I was ten, and I was Cole Junior, the invisible boy of the Wyatt household. But somewhere, deep down, a tiny flame of defiance flickered. I might not know the truth now, but one day, I would. One day, I would find out why. And then, maybe then, I wouldn't be invisible anymore.

“So you actually lost it. What a shame—it was already so far along.” A numb, bitter smile tugged at my lips. Yes, seven and a half months. Last night, Lucas had summoned me to the racetrack. Because of one careless remark from Vanessa, I lost count of how many laps I had ridden. All I knew was that, by the end, even breathing felt like agony. Only when they had finally tired of their game did Lucas fasten the last button on his shirt and glance at me as he stood in the middle of the racetrack.

“Five hours. Perhaps six, if the road is still there. Maxwell groaned. “What the hell does that mean? Jameson shrugged. “Shadow’s End doesn’t always remain in one place.” Maxwell’s jaw tightened. “Fantastic. Just fantastic.” I exhaled and grabbed my bag. “Then we should get moving.” The Drive The first couple of hours were silent. Too quiet. Maxwell drove, his hands clenched on the wheel, his eyes fixed on the endless road before him. Jameson had sat in the back, thumbing through the journal, jotting notes in the margins.

, she breathed against the window. Ender said nothing and they drove on in silence, neither of them caring to make conversation. After a while, the buildings and crowd thinned as they left the city, traveling on long, winding roads with less traffic and more trees. They were climbing up into the mountains and the trees and vegetation were becoming thicker with only one or two cars on the road.

One day, Caspian said he wanted tiramisu from an old bakery in the northern part of the city. It was something I used to love two years ago. Eventually, I drove out alone. Halfway along a remote coastal road, the car suddenly broke down. I got out to check. I was still trying to figure out the problem when a handkerchief with a sharp smell was pressed over my mouth and nose. Right before I lost consciousness, I thought of how painfully cliché it was.

I lowered my gaze to the new studio contract on the table. The address was in the south of the city, by the river, a place where fog gathered more often than not. "I've paid my share too." … On opening day, Tristan came. He did not come inside. He only stood across the street, holding a paper bag. "Do you want to go over?" Wyatt asked. I shook my head. Not long after, the front desk brought up a package. Inside was the repaired fog lamp, and the line "Come home when the fog clears" on the base had been re-engraved.

"Mr. Wayne, this is the repaired dashcam footage." Wayne took it and pressed play. Arden's broken voice came through the speaker. "Wayne… I've known for a long time that you could walk, but still, congratulations. And thank you for risking your life to save me five years ago. But this marriage you built out of lies, letting me live in fake happiness—it has to end. I don't blame you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you either. Goodbye, Wayne…" Her words were cut short by a deafening explosion.