On Java Road Novels & Stories

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.

The milestones seemed to flash by, and from the circumstance of the road being in excellent repair, and Judson knowing every inch of it, she was able to make up her lost time, and to reach Holley not very far behind her brother, who had got himself into difficulties with a farm wagon just at the narrow part of the road by the George Inn. Past Croton the road was steady to Pease County. There was not much traffic to be encountered, and except for one of the leaders shying at a hen which scuttled square squawking across the road, the text two miles were covered without any other incident than the overtaking and passing of a very down the road looking man in a phaeton and three, who took one gl

"Van, the road is too narrow to turn around—" "You useless piece of shit!" Vanya grabbed the steering wheel, attempting to take control. However, it quickly became apparent that the driver's assessment was accurate. Joseph's car was rapidly approaching, barreling toward them, giving them no opportunity to change course. The narrow road offered no margin for error, and the slightest misjudgment could result in a devastating collision.

Jared's man reported. "Regardless of which route they take, we can't let them get away!" Max bellowed. "Car Number One, the target has entered the mountains in the suburbs of the city. Hurry up and stop him in his tracks!" "Yes, sir," the driver of Car Number One said. Now in the mountainous route, the off-road vehicle careened forward with a sedan following in hot pursuit, its driver disregarding the dangers and damages that such a terrain could cause just to capture Henry's henchman.

I found my slides by the door. Chandler was already in the Jeep when I came out, window down, elbow propped on the door, looking exactly like himself. Which sounds like nothing but was the right thing, somehow. I got in. The Jeep smelled like ocean mist and mint and that particular car smell that becomes invisible when it belongs to someone you’ve known your whole life. He pulled out of the driveway without saying anything. Java Junction was twelve minutes away, a single-story brick building at the corner of Granite and the older part of downtown, faded yellow smiley face on the side wall, there since before either of us had licenses. Chandler parallel parked on the first try without making

“Oh really? Wonderful place to work.” “Thanks,” Dev smiled. “I work at Arson Smith by the way,” the balding man stated proudly. “I see! I have a friend who works there.” “Really? Which department?” “Engineering. Gaurav Saran.” “I know him! He’s your friend!” “Batch mates from college,” Dev answered. Gradually, the train picked up speed and chugged through a decent suburb lined with identical duplex houses on either side. Two rail tracks ran parallel in between. Dev began to enjoy the ride. He was thrilled to stand at the door, to have the wind slap through his hair and clothes while feasting on the sights outside.

That would completely bruise my ego. “You’re just as arrogant as your brother.” I simply snap back. Then I notice Raven’s brows pull together as he stares ahead. I follow his gaze and see road barriers blocking the way. They weren’t there when we passed earlier. “Road under construction.” He reads the sign. I frown. Since when do they just block off a road like this in the middle of the day? “I’ll take the other route,” Raven says, already turning the car. “Warning though: it’s longer and… kinda dangerous.”

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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.