Our Way Novels & Stories

The day the university released the family placement positions for doctoral graduates, I went straight to the Human Resources Office to register. But the staff member barely looked up before rolling their eyes. "Mr. Slater, everyone at this university knows you cheated on your wife and are about to leave the marriage with nothing. How do you still have the nerve to ask about the placement position?" I thought there had been some kind of misunderstanding. I rushed home, hoping to explain everything to my wife, only for my mother to slap me across the face. "I don't have a shameless son like you. Get out of Natalie's house!" I was driven back to the rural school where I had spent the past

In the end, all I got for my trouble was: "Don't make a fuss." That night, I video called my mom. She sighed. "When are you coming home?" "In about half a month." I looked back at the brightly lit headquarters of Midas Capital. Lars, I gave you a choice—but you abandoned me. Now, I've made my choice. I'll abandon you, too.

Atlantic High. A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.

Jason couldn't keep up appearances anymore as he shouted, "She's already dead! What else do you want?!" I took a step back and shouted, "I want her to pay the price she deserves!"

When the plane began to move, I looked out the window. The city stretched beneath the clouds—cold, glittering, beautiful, and full of ghosts. I pressed my hand gently over my stomach. “Zayne Ford,” I whispered, “we’re truly over.” The engines roared, and for the first time, I didn’t flinch. The city grew smaller, then vanished entirely beneath the clouds. And just like that, I was free.

I could not take another crushing blow like that. Emily had to give me directions to the home as it could not be found using modern navigation. It was a bit farther from town than I had thought to live, but I did not mind a little more countryside. It was peaceful and I liked that it would be difficult for Jax to track me down. The home itself was located on a private road, owned by local farmers and ranchers.

The loud speakers of the 404; linked to the Radio weren't chanting an old ballad or ditty, neither was a pop music or jazz booming out of the speakers, no, the solemn, low-pitched voice of a broadcaster were emanating and it said, "... We're sorry to cut off Mike Callingways' 'Trumpeter's Heart' just as it was climbing up to its zenith, but it reached our Station this morning - that there have been whimsical weather changes all over Wabrook and its surrounding countries. One being in HH on Saturday afternoon. Therefore, we will admonish that everyone goes about with at least, a mini flashlight - which goes for about fifteen Earthian Grerode, an umbrella and at least update their loved ones o

If he did not come quickly, she would fall asleep right there. Wan stood on the crossroads, waiting for a taxi. He saw a few pass by but they were all filled with passengers. He hit himself when he saw an Uber. He should have just call an Uber instead of wasting his time there. He was about to pull out his phone when someone interrupted him.

And always feels like there’s a chip on his shoulder because he is ‘stuck’ with me. Anyway, humans were destroying smaller Packs left and right. Our Pack, Shadow Paw, got its name by constantly being on the move and not being discovered. We would lie low in wooded or mountainous areas. Living among the wildlife. Running into the occasional hunter, hermit, nomad, camper or hiking and disposing of them swiftly. We have found a substantial area and have been here for a while now. But we are always ready to vacate and destroy the area in a heartbeat if necessary. We burn any evidence that can connect us to the region.

For me. I drew in a deep breath of fresh air, savoring the clarity of it, the sense of steering my life without anyone else's hand on the wheel. This time, no interference. I could finally do what I truly wanted. I hugged my mentor tightly. He patted my shoulder with strength, as if trying to pass courage and energy into me. "Ruby," he said, "now that you're back, live well. Work hard." I met his eyes and nodded with quiet resolve.