On Java Road Novels & Stories

I was in the records room when Gareth appeared in the doorway with the afternoon intelligence summary. He handed it to me without ceremony, which meant he had already decided I should see it at the same time as Kael. I read it. The forty riders on the eastern road had shifted position again. Still not advancing. Still within their legal authorization window. But the southern approach and the eastern approach were now both under their coverage. Two roads blocked. The northern route was still clear. But it was the only route left. I set the summary on the table and thought about a wolf who had glanced at the tree line on yesterday's northern road. Probably nothing.

#ROAD_TO_ABUJA 💦🔞 #Chapter_6 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃 #JACK Traveling to Abuja in a car is quiet tiring and now that we're going to trek all the way there.. It's going to be excruciating on our bodies..... Luckily for me, This isn't my first time going to Abuja, I know many roads and shortcuts to take us there and I happen to know some settlements living along the way... The day our car crashed, Julia and I took a long trek down the road, It was tiring but I wasn't bothered by it but as for Julia, her case was different.. She would hiss and complain a lot... I paid her no attention cause I too was in the same mess as she is, The only way we ca

Jonathan replied. He was right. As they popped out onto the main road, the silver car was there, waiting. It drove forward, trying to pin them against the curb. Jonathan didn't panic. He saw a construction zone ahead with orange cones and a narrow road meant only for workers. He steered the bike right through the middle of the cones. The car tried to follow, but its wider frame clipped a plastic barrel, sending it flying. The car had to slam on its brakes to avoid a deep trench in the road.

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.

Stay with me Lana pov The driver executed a rapid turn into an unfamiliar main road. Frankly, I was unaware of the street we were entering. "Where are you taking me?" I inquired of Jenkin, who merely responded with a smile. "Ma'am Lana, this is an alternative route to the office, as the main road is currently under reconstruction," he explained, his attention primarily directed at the rearview mirror. Suddenly, he faltered as I heard a loud crash followed by a scream from the front. "What on earth just happened?" I shouted, my eyes wide with disbelief, but he remained silent.

Jake told his driver, who was busy driving. Strangely, usually when invited to chat, the driver would respond immediately and politely. Or he would simply make small talk to please his boss. But this time, the driver remained silent. Even the driver's cap he was wearing seemed to cover part of his face, causing Jake to frown in surprise. His confusion deepened when the driver suddenly steered the car onto a road he shouldn't have taken. Heading down a dark, poorly lit road, a road commonly referred to as a criminal's road due to the numerous robberies and other crimes that occur there.

Welcome to Jolly Road. Raverine read the huge and torn billboard on top of an under-construction building. Rustic beauty and some vintage aesthetic would be its description for tourists, but eerie and deadly for someone who lives for a long time near this road. It’s the road of the dead, mourning souls, and a hideout of evil. Raverine parked his car beside a street light that emits a flickering, low light. He turned off the engine of his car and examined the sidewalks. Raverine looked for his gun underneath his car's passenger seat and tucked it into the right side of his jeans.

He leaned in close, his own voice a low grown. “You’re taking the wrong route. Now, turn around and re-enter the interstate. Now.” The driver cracked a smile, the thin line of it gleaming like steel. “This is a new route, sir. A shortcut. Sorry, it's Solana’s orders. And the traffic’s hell on the main drag.” Rune’s hand shot out to the seatback, knuckles turning white. “Bullshit. I know these roads. Stop the car now!”

“Don’t let the surroundings fool you. It’s a road.” “A narrow ass one from what I can see,” Bruce said nervously. Next thing he knew they were passing by large fences that had dogs in them. The dogs barked and jumped on the fence, going crazy. Shit, he thought with a deep frown on his face. We’re deep in the gutter of New York. The narrow road opened up into a parking lot. “This is it, my man. WestGlow,” Lionel announced as he cruised through the parking lot.

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.