On The Road Novel Novels & Stories

There were a few short replies under Damon's message. Charlie wrote, [OK.] Russ replied, [Got it.] And Ken typed, [Alright.] Ten minutes later, they drove straight into that deadly stretch of road. Thirty minutes after that, the recording started. I couldn't take my eyes off the words "that girl", "let her sleep through the whole thing", and "dead weight". My whole body went cold. So that was what I was to them. To Damon, I wasn't a teammate. I was nothing but baggage.

he said softly. The road stretched before them, darkening as the city behind them faded. Verona’s familiar streets, its laughter, its chaos, and its peace, slipped away into memory. Ahead lay the dense shadows, the storms, and the chaos of Ashwood. But for now, in that fleeting dawn, they drove together—an uneasy trinity bound by loyalty, love, and the burdens of destiny. The G-Wagon roared in tandem down the winding road, leaving behind the sun-drenched city that had offered them fleeting sanctuary. And as the trees of Ashwood crept closer on the horizon, a sense of grim anticipation settled over them.

She broke off from the throng. Then, there were stories about her circulating in the village. A mad mother chasing down a thug with nothing but a knife. The thug eventually fell further and became a beggar. The mad mother became the mad hag. Zacharias and I were on the train to the capital. Where the sun shone, there would be our future also.

He caught my eye in the rearview mirror for a split second, a look of dark, shared knowledge, before he shifted the Rezvani into gear and pulled back onto the highway. The road stretched out before us, a long, black ribbon cutting through the wilderness. I sat between the twins, the weight of the Schmidt family pressing in on me from all sides. I was the bridge between the past and the future, the prize that had been hunted, bathed, and claimed by every man in the car. As the speedometer climbed, I realized the road trip wasn't just a journey; it was a rolling cage, and I was exactly where the Schmidts wanted me.

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The road north bent into darkness that didn’t belong to city maps. Nico drove fast, one hand on the wheel, the other flexing restlessly on his thigh. Sasha sat beside him, head tipped toward the window, watching the world blur. The hum of the tires and the soft rattle of the dash filled what words couldn’t.

He hesitated. “Are you sure you’re okay to drive, on the major roads?” Tessa asked. “Trust me I know my way around here” he replied. Tessa placed her hands on the wheel, the familiar shape powerful under her fingers and whispered to herself. “I’ll be fine. I need to keep going.” Clarissa reached over and squeezed her hand. “We are going to be fine.” Denzel pulled onto the long, winding road that cut through low plains and sleeping villages. The headlights illuminated butterflies that darted across the asphalt, a fleeting spectacle in their flight. Tessa let her mind churn between gratitude and turmoil.

They kept to the right side of the road where the huge boulder began to rise. It was a dangerous road and she had once covered a story of a farmer who had slept on his wheels and dropped off a bend on the road. Her heart began to beat heavily. It beat even faster when the driver began to slow the car down. A few seconds later he stopped the car. They sat in silence for a second, Rachel’s beating heart and the nocturnal insects breaking the silence. Jacob touched her face. She couldn’t move. “This is it, Rach. We had a good one.”

The truck struck me off the road, breaking a few bones as I tumbled down a slope into a large field. In a few minutes, I was back on my feet as my bones creaked, realigning their position as my wounds healed. Yet, I didn’t feel a single pang of pain. I felt new and somewhat stronger, fueled by bloodlust. I moved back up the slope toward the road. I had lost the car and had to plan my next action. I had only taken a few steps up the road when a car pulled to a halt in front of me. "Get in. We have a lot to discuss," Mr. Onex said. I stepped into the car, and he drove off.

‎ ‎I stopped struggling and followed them out of the room and into the car, I sat quietly in the backseat, my eyes fixed on the window, unblinking. ‎The men beside me seemed to lower their guard. ‎ ‎On the wide road, a red semi-truck loaded with cargo was heading straight toward us. ‎Just as we were about to pass each other, I suddenly lunged for the steering wheel... ‎ ‎The driver tried to regain control of the car, but it was too late. ‎Bang... ‎ ‎To be Continued.... ‎