On The Road Novel Novels & Stories

She could hear her heart beat in her throat. He didn't seem to be listening, he just went on speed, trying to attain a shorter distance through their journey. Things seemed fine and they were soon out of the streets and linked to a free road after an hour. The road was an isolated one so Roman did not expect an old woman to be crossing the road in front of them. "Shit." Roman cussed, swerving to avoid her but at that speed, their car tires screeched and he fell through the woods.

Unknown POV I just landed back in the country after a long business trip. Being tired, I wanted to rest. I didn't know I would meet a horrible scene along the way. "Go through the provincial road," I asked my driver. I felt too tired that I had a severe headache throughout the flight. I wanted somewhere quiet, and the highway was not giving me that. Just as the driver took a corner, we had gunshots. There were people on the road looking down the steep hill. It seems there was an accident.

You just focus on driving. "Besides, you need to give everyone a reason for turning it down. Everyone on our team is struggling. They're all waiting for a chance to change their lives. You owe them an explanation." I looked at the towering, snow-capped mountains in the distance and wondered what kept drawing me back to that deadly mountain pass with its 72 hairpin turns—a road that had claimed countless lives over the years. It was all because of my daughter, Hannah Reed. In my dreams, she cried and begged me to save her. I carried her desperate will to survive and forced myself to hold on even when I was close to death, unwilling to let another father in this world endure the same unbearabl

he asked, a small, genuine smile touching his lips. "I think I’m done with cities for a while, Ruan," I said, climbing on behind him and locking my arms around his waist. "Let's just ride. Until the road ends." "The road never ends, Esmeray," he said, kicking the engine to life. As we surged forward, leaving the ruins of Arthur Vance’s empire behind us, I realized he was right. The road wasn't just a path between places; it was a way of life. It was the wind in my face, the heat of the man I loved against my chest, and the knowledge that I was finally free.

HARRISON'S POV The Land Rover barely managed forty miles an hour and had an alarming habit of drifting toward the centre of the road whenever I took my hands off the wheel for a second. It looked less like a functioning vehicle and more like something abandoned in a transport museum. Drivers blasted their horns as they overtook, probably assuming I was participating in some vintage charity rally. In a strange way, it made the perfect escape vehicle. Nobody expected a fugitive to flee quite so slowly. I stayed off the motorways and followed back roads into Lancashire. An ancient road map, mouldy around the edges and dated sometime in the mid-sixties, lay spread across the passenger seat, guid

Lisa's point of view: As the truck rumbled along the dirt road, I glanced at Mia, who leaned against me with her eyes half-closed. Despite everything, she was holding up well. The driver, whose name was Tom, kept his eyes on the road but occasionally glanced at us in the rearview mirror. "How did you two end up out here?" Tom asked, breaking the silence. "It's a long story," I replied, not wanting to delve into the details just yet. "But we were chased by some men, and we don't know why."

CHAPTER 1 It was a beautiful late spring afternoon as I was rolling down I-80 across the endless Nevada desert, headed for California. My truck was purring like a well-fed lion as those 18 wheels chewed up the miles in the warm afternoon sun. I had been on the road now for 23 days without seeing home. Home, if you want to call it that, was a one bedroom apartment, nice but spartan. I didn't need much since I spend a lot of time on the road. Truck stop showers and mini-marts are my amenities, an occasional motel if the truck breaks leaving me grounded for a few days. A lonely life but it has its perks. I love to drive. Best of all, I get to see this big beautiful country and get paid for doin

Anna POV The city lights were moving behind us as Sandra drove the black car down the wide highway. My head rested on the cold window, but my mind was not resting. Too many things had happened in such little time. Too much blood. Too many lies. And now we were leaving the city behind like it never happened.

The road wound like a serpent through the dark pines, their skeletal arms knitting over the cracked pavement as if conspiring to blot out the last traces of moonlight. Savannah sat in the backseat of the black sedan, her hands clasped over her stomach as if she were shielding the life inside her from the night itself. Every mile carried them deeper into Colton’s past—the unspoken history that no courtroom testimony or corporate scandal could ever fully unravel.

[Why don't you believe me? [Joanna, you have been lying to me all along.] [I do not want to love you anymore.] [I hate you.] But every message stayed gray. The pain reached a level I could no longer endure. I drank all the pain medication. The doctor had advised against it, but it hurt too much. It really hurt. Joanna, my heart really hurt. I vomited more and more blood, staining the message where Joanna had once promised to spend her life with me. Snow covered the whole world in cold white.