Novel Road Novels & Stories

​The text broke into the paper with a brutal, deep-set violence, the heavy steel hammers engraving our survival straight into the spine of the capital's own transit corridor. ​THE EIGHTH PLOT — THE HIGHWAY BREACH, I typed, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the flashing blue lights of the interceptors began to stain the wooden sideboards of the truck in a violent, rhythmic violet. They built their roads to drain the provinces, but the asphalt is now carrying the flood. The seventh press is on the market stalls, and the eighth is writing itself at sixty miles an hour. You cannot check the cargo when the road itself has gone rogue.

It was in the way Jade looked at him, in the way Ruan guarded his secrets, and in the way my own heart was starting to break for a man who lived by the code of the road. I stood up and walked back to the trailer, the sound of the Harley engines in the distance a constant reminder that we were never truly safe. The road was our only home, but as I lay down on that moth-eaten sofa, I knew that the road was starting to feel like a dead end. And Ruan Montague was the only one with the key to the way out.

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

Rubbing her brow, she said wearily, "You should head out first." "But, Ms. Thorne—" "I said go!" she snapped, her patience worn thin. Maxwell pressed his lips together. Despite his reluctance, he forced himself to step out. After he left, Beatrice went back to her desk. Looking at the error-filled report, a wave of memories washed over her. Seven years ago, I had also been a rookie starting from scratch. I had neither experience nor an outstanding academic background. Surrounded by applicants far more qualified than I was, I barely stood out at all. Yet somehow, I was the only one who made it through the probation period.

"I'll find another way for Andy. But I can't take this job. I can't." Cassidy stormed over and grabbed my collar. The slap cracked across my face. The kindness she'd been pretending to have disappeared instantly. "We asked every rescue team. Every single one said you're the only person who can drive that road. And now you're telling me no? That's a life. A real life. If you stand there and do nothing, you're a murderer!" I laughed coldly. Then I grabbed her hair and slapped her back. Once. Twice. Again.

Else it would be another area with red marks in my GPS. Sasha Vale is good at making this road exist in the secret society. I mean, who would've thought that an ex-convict like her will make this traffic-free route that even the government of this country wouldn't know? Well, maybe because everyone fears the slumps. Who in the world would drive to the recessions anyway? Perhaps criminals and public volunteers. Then there's only a 1% chance that this road will be discovered. "Are we there yet?" I remove my eyes from the road and look at Marco, who just woke up from his slumber.

James smiled, calming me down, “You fell asleep.” “Oh,” I stifled myself back up, “I hadn't realized. Aren't you tired?” “No. Don't worry about me. I'm not stopping until we reach our destination." “Road trip with Novy," I gave a soft short laugh and turned on the radio. “That's one way to put it.” He smiled. The time slowly passed by as he drove through the empty streets. “It's like a ghost town here.” I amused myself as I noted my surroundings, there were only two to three cars behind.

Now I will just patch up some other book and read it while on the way. _______×_______ As it became darker and darker, soon it was going to be 9pm. She took up some books in her bag and was ready to leave for Noah's house. When, she came outside it was already raining. She saw to the front of the road a luxurious long black car was standing. Inside it , a driver was sitting or can say bodyguard too because the suit he wore was matching both looks. As Nella was staring at that car slowly the window of that car went down and the face of that person was now clearly visible. He gave a signal to Nella by his hand to come and sit in the car. By which Nella again became furious.

The usual busy city road was now deserted as closing hours were long gone and it was workaholics and night crawlers who were available now. "Anything would do right?" Xavier asked as he turned into a one lane road. "Sure," she said as she watched the road.

He just keeps moving forward. Then he sees it ahead. A glimmer through the trees, faint, yellow, moving. Those are headlights. His heart slams against his ribs in realization and a loud gasp escapes his lips. A road! There’s a goddamn road ahead! For the first time in months, hope floods him so fast it makes him dizzy. His knees buckle, but he doesn’t let them. He stumbles out of the treeline, thorns ripping his skin, branches tearing at his clothes. The dirt gives way to asphalt, cold in the dewy night.