Passing Novels & Stories

Tch tch I just don't wanna spend money on cab and all. As the light turned red for the cars and green for the people, I started walking but something got stuck in the wheel of his chair. - such bad timing. I immediately pulled it out and started walking, as I was walking the signal turned green, no no just a few seconds. The car in front of us didn't move. Thank God, may you bless the person in the car. I immediately crossed the road while pushing my father's wheelchair, breathing heavily. {Arthur's pov}

POV Ruby Trigger Warning talk and illustration of abuse I can't believe that this is happening! How did he know that we were here?! A million thoughts raced through my brain as everyone turned to look at me. I looked at Mac and Scarlett and they nodded. Cassy leaned in and rubbed my back. I looked down and sighed with relief to see a new text from Cerise in response to the one I had just sent her.

They were at red signal. "Don't you think you are using a big word?" Jessica inquired, keeping her hands on the steering wheel, tapping both of her index fingers on it. She doubted that Stephanie had just grown an attachment towards Raiden and had mistaken those feelings for something romantic. She was still young, it was easy for her to get jumbled in her feelings.

The man looked at the woman lying on the bed, he really doesn't know what to say. How long does it take to install a passcode? Password identification by face or fingerprint takes a few seconds to set up. The manufacturer has optimized and simplified every function in the phone, making it easy for users to operate. The man turns off the alarm. Trickly put the backpack back in its place. He sat up straight in the chair, went on to handle the work. The man thought, turning off the alarm, the two people on the bed. They could sleep until tomorrow morning.

5 Years Later POV Willow "I'm home" I yelled as I opened the door and walked in. I smiled as I saw Lee come out of the kitchen with a smile. I smelled the dinner he was cooking as was glad, not for the first time, that we had invested in those cooking classes. "How was the last day of exams?" he asked and I grinned. "Not bad. I know that I passed them, at least. How was work?" I replied as he hugged me and I kissed him.

I answer reading the sign as I pass. “He’ll be there in five minutes. Can you tell me the car he’s driving and the license plate if you can?” Bryson asks. I read him the plate number which he relays to his friend. “When he gets pulled over, keep driving. When you get home, try to park in your garage.” “I can’t move Ace’s bike. It’s too heavy for me.” “I forgot your holding that for him. Just stay inside and if he finds you, please just call the police. Leave everything in your car, just get you and Josie in your house, okay?”

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And

{SAMANTHA’S POV} Samantha, in the passenger seat, looked over and was impressed by how Sam handled the car. Not bad for someone his age. She was surprised by how well he handled the stick, and she forgave him his initial grinding of gears. He was actually pretty good once he got past third. She liked his aggression, especially when the speedometer hit 120. He had spirit, she had to give him that.

I skip to the last entry in the journal. February 19th 2000 I find myself writing this again. The baby will be here soon. I am sure this time it is a boy. I just want to say goodbye, my dear sweet Ameila. I love you so much it hurts. The only reason I allow myself breath everyday is knowing that you are out there. The thought of you breathes light into me every day. Please take care my sweet angel and know that I will always be with you. -Love always, Momma, Scarlett