On Java Road Novels & Stories

At this point, they were in the West Java region, although not too far from Andre's apartment in the Jakarta area. The roads appeared deserted, and the day was growing darker. The lingering twilight slowly faded away. The dark sky began to stretch across the horizon. The driver drove the car at a moderate speed, remembering that the danger no longer threatened them. The vehicle smoothly glided to return to their employer's residence. However, before they were completely free from danger, suddenly... SCREECH! Someone rear-ended them. "ARGH!"

JENNA Jim drives like someone who actually respects the road—smooth, steady, confident. Not reckless, not showy. Just… good. The kind of driving that makes you feel safe without thinking about it. And he wasn’t lying. Two blocks later, he pulls into a tiny parking lot beside a fast‑food place with a flickering neon sign and the smell of heaven drifting out the door. Grease. Salt. Real food. My stomach growls so loudly I’m sure he hears it.

Every other part around Darknile, connected to borders spreading to other packs. The car jerked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I lunged forward, then backwards. The tires screeched loudly and came to an abrupt halt at the centre of the lonely track road. I paused and glanced around. “I wasn't even looking at the road I was taking?” I whispered, glancing around. This part was a secondary main road that connected to the Beaumont pack borders. It was always, and rarely did anyone consider using this road, but apparently, I have been too carried away thinking about goddess knows what that I didn’t notice I took the second road.

When it came time to fill out our college applications, my family focused all their attention on my brother, who suffered from severe claustrophobia. My mother pored over the dorm room sizes at several universities in our city. "Let's just stay local," she said. "It's closer to home, and it'll be easier to take care of Cyrus." Maya Simmons, my girlfriend of three years, even changed her first choice, giving up a university where she had planned to study political science and law in favor of a local teachers college. "Don't worry, Mrs. Lockwood," she said. "I'll stay here and keep him company. I'll look after Cyrus for you throughout all four years of college." My father looked at her, v

“Beta Ashur, Ashur” Felan says in a soft voice and gently shaking the Beta awake. “The Moon Goddess says we can go now.” Ashur shakes his head before replying in a calm voice, “Let’s get out of here.” The three of them got into a truck and headed out. “Don’t take the back roads. Stay on the major highways. I-5 to I-90. Then take I-15.” Felan says. “I-15 is way out of the way, are you sure?” Ashur asked. “Yes, the Moon Goddess said it would be the safest route.” Felan tells him. “Alright, then get comfortable because it is going to be a long ride.” Ashur says with a sigh.

James noticed that he had unknowingly allowed the speed to creep up again, and he eased his foot off the gas. Before long they had come into Old Town and had to slow dramatically, as traffic was starting to thicken. The road split off north and south. “A couple more blocks and then you’ll turn right onto King Street,” Jennifer said. “Majestic will be just a block away so park when you see a spot.” “All right.” He focused on the driving more clearly now. Turning onto King Street—the main thoroughfare—he noticed passersby were gaping at the ostentatious, lime-green sports car. James began to feel self-conscious as everyone in sight turned to look.

"How do you know where we are?" "We're on the east coast of the continent. If we walk west enough we'll eventually find a large broken road and a mono track." "Like the ones the pods travel on in the speedway?" "Sort of. The road is a lot older and the mono track isn't perfectly straight anymore. It's more of a line and less of a tube, but it's a pretty bumpy ride if it gets powered. Your mom and I rode on one when we were looking for you."

“Do you really not know, or are you pretending to be oblivious? This is the East Road, and it’s Zyaire’s territory. Outsiders aren’t allowed to go further than this.” James scratched his nose pensively and said, “Is that so? Well, I’m heading to meet Zyaire. It’s fine to continue driving.” The driver looked at James as if he were a madman and said disdainfully, “Young man, I can tell you’re a Solean. You’re saying you’re here to meet Zyaire? Do you know what kind of person Zyaire is? Do you think he’s the type of person who’d just meet every Tom, Dick and Harry?”

The sun, relentless and unforgiving, beat down on the dusty path leading from the servants’ quarters to the main house. I was ten, and the path was etched into my memory, every pebble, every crack. It was a route I knew intimately, yet one I was rarely allowed to fully explore. My world was largely confined to the small, neat rooms behind the imposing mansion, a world of hushed conversations and the ever-present scent of cleaning products and warm food.

He said, "Everyone is stuck here. If I were to clear a path just for you, others would call it a misuse of power. Daphne, are you just trying to get me in trouble?" My mother was so anxious that she began sweating profusely. She yelled, "This is a matter of life and death! Is this how you police officers do your job?" Half an hour ago, I returned to the day my father collapsed. Still stuck in traffic, I did not ask my husband, Jonathan Reed, who was conducting the traffic, for help. Instead, I forced my way through the stream of cars and turned sharply into a side road with fewer vehicles. I did not even have the time to step on the gas pedal when Francis appeared, blocking my car.